People get jealous.
They say she's too much.
Too arrogant. Too dangerous.
They talk their **** and such.
Words get to her —
but she doesn't care.
She knows better than anyone there.
They say she thinks she rules the world.
But how would they know she didn't?
Watch how fast their teeth get gritted.
She knows every fear, every weakness —
and uses it with confidence, no less.
No mercy.
They call her evil, cursed, insane.
But she knows clearly who's to blame.
She is in control.
She rules the earth.
Under her hand? No peaceful birth.
The world burns slow inside her palm.
She watches the chaos — eerily calm.
But once… she was like them.
Soft. Small. Afraid.
Because of the mess they made.
She became what they made her.
She became what they fear.
And now she's standing right here.
Not lost. Not broken.
She is here with revenge.
And the world's end is near.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
People get jealous.
They say she's too much.
Too arrogant. Too dangerous.
They talk their **** and such.
Words get to her —
but she doesn't care.
She knows better than anyone there.
They say she thinks she rules the world.
But how would they know she didn't?
Watch how fast their teeth get gritted.
She knows every fear, every weakness —
and uses it with confidence, no less.
No mercy.
They call her evil, cursed, insane.
But she knows clearly who's to blame.
She is in control.
She rules the earth.
Under her hand? No peaceful birth.
The world burns slow inside her palm.
She watches the chaos — eerily calm.
But once… she was like them.
Soft. Small. Afraid.
Because of the mess they made.
She became what they made her.
She became what they fear.
And now she's standing right here.
Not lost. Not broken.
She is here with revenge.
And the world's end is near.
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