The Psalm

Do you not know that I walked with huntsmen from ages untold
That I have fought Lions and Tigers
Torn apart by their limbs
And tasted sweet nectar from their carcass?

Do you not know that I have danced before the Lord till those I called ‘friend’ turned against me in shame?

I was refined by the purest blacksmith
Made with the whitest fire
And the coldest ice

I fight with a vigour that can match no other

Like a village woman who protects her children
I guard my heart

I come against you

For you… Shall not destroy me.

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