I’m forged from the ashes.


But don’t mistake me for a phoenix.

I’m the queen of reckoning.

Duchess of all things vengeance.

I don’t stand behind you, as a follower.

Neither beside you, as an equal.

Not even above you, as a leader.

For I am beyond you, standing unwielded.

Not really needed, but desired.

Quite unattainable, but pursued.

An illusion of peace that starts wars.

A breeze that turns embers to raging fires.

Ruling with a Sceptre of pain,

A requiem follows where I go.

Standing in the eye of a bloody storm

Garbed in nothing but pounds of flesh.

I raise hell,

Till there’s nothing left.

For I am Karma-Sutra,

The seductive art of revenge.



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