Come Armageddon, only she will survive,
Crawl through destruction, though limbless, alive.
Civilization now crumbling to dust,
Detritus that slices, so deeply unjust,
treacherous terrain bears the anger and hate
Of society's true nature the dead did create.
And on her arrival no pain does she feel,
Immune to her wounds, for the flesh ones will heal,
But full is her heart...
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