Serena Malcolm

You were supposed to be in my rearview,
I was supposed to no longer fear you,
Yet here you are to interfere with the few things left that I hold dear,
You have the capacity, the tenacity, the audacity to come at me with such voracity I just can’t see how you possibly go to bed and sleep.
Haven’t you got enough of me?
Didn’t you take enough from me?
With your campaign of pure hostility,
With your bigotry behind the thinnest veil,
With your minstrels crowing fancy tales to lull me into securities that you never once afforded me.
You stripped me, and you kicked me, and you tipped me in The Dip that Roger Rabbit gave the slip,
You left my bones right there to pick,
Cold, and bare, and slick,
And the vultures had their banquet while you danced upon my crypt.
But then you heard This Bitch respawned,
That Player 1 had been reborn,
And your fragile ego fractured, tore,
And your green-eyed fiend retook its form.
You could have left me in your rearview,
But you needed me to fear you,
So here you are to interfere with the few things left that I hold dear,
You have the capacity, the tenacity, the audacity to come at me,
But, you see, your game changed me,
Tore me down but rearranged me,
And this New Me comes with upgrades, like this Skin of Invincibility.

So come at me.

Come at me, I beg you, please.

It’s high time that you were on your knees.