Warriors
That final girl who’s built to survive,
built to revive, and built to serve.
The opposition is terrified of her.
Brave enough to lead and then fail,
strong enough to do it on her own.
Still, they believe she’s an imposter.
Who’s going to step up if not her?
Novelty only plays catalyst so long
‘til the line falls while she stands tall.
Warriors think of their entire tribe.
Regardless of having any back up?
She’s the first and last line of defense.
The opposition is in awe of her.
That final girl who’s built to survive,
built to revive, and built to serve.
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