Divine Justice

If preys choose to retreat, Inside the womb of the divine If they chose to be deaf To the incessant din that hurt their ears And to be blind To the trauma that they went through Gather it not that the evil monsters Trying to feast upon their purity Shall be allowed redemption! Gather it not that the blessings conferred unto them Shall remain Gather it not that their kin shall bloom into rare pearls Gather it not even that their afterlife is meant to be as rosy As they wish it to be For, Preys, when they stand back up And face the world with a smile, Have upon their crowns, A tiara Given to them as a promise That justice shall be done As long as they would choose to carry out their duties And fulfil the requirements of their fates! And armed with divine justice, Preys are no more to be deemed as such, Rather, they are to be feared For being living representations of strength!