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 with despair without end
She heaves herself upright,  her message to send:
And yells down the crater,  to whom she knows not:
"Come on mother f#@#ker, is that all you've got?"