As the cloth suffocating her freedom aged,
with pieces of it torn and burnt by her rage,
Truth managed to win the war of the decades,
and sprinted out in wild ire.
And while she flew around in the skies,
sparks of fire raining down,
with screams filling the atmosphere,
she found herself guilty,
but that was a mistake,
for her fury was replaced with self - despise,
and that made things a little worse.