This was a world of one. She was the one who won. She was the one who’d take it down for her fair man the god. He was the one who’d hold her down and take her mighty hog. It felt quite clean and made her gleam to be the queen of that fair stream. She’d see it through to make her due and that was true. With all that came from his cruel cane the god had witnessed all her pain and cast the witch to pits of blame. She’d take his ass right into town and teach the world of this fair clown. Together there they would be shown all of the pain which hate had grown—they’d shine it forth and beat it down—Earth reborn green, no longer brown.
