My anger is that of the ancients
Steeped in injustices
Bound by the spirits of the vengeful.
A holy wrath unencumbered by the strains of society.
I am lady justice
Doling out the punishment of the gods
Fighting for the weak and afraid
Serving those who cannot serve themselves.
I am war and vengeance and hellfire -
Burning hot without fear of burning out.
I am the heat of the sun and stars -
Scorching the earth and all those who would harm the innocent.
I fight in the name of the frail
Swinging my deadly sword with malice
Tearing our mutual enemies to shreds
And bringing our shared aggressors down to their knees - begging for my blade to cease burning them.
I hear not the cries of the wicked.
I care not for the lies they spew from their tongues.
I see only the deeds and truths of their hearts.
I am lady justice.
Bringer of peace and war.
Destroyer of all inequality,
For at my throne, there is no status
No caste system
No man greater than any other.
I am lady justice.
And all fear my wrath.
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