Deliverer

It is done

Her fate is sealed

Not by God or Destiny

But by her own hand

With stern determination she will fight

Defying what she sees as inevitable

Longing to undo what has kept her down

rebelling against what she sees as her only path

She will cry and weep at her own misfortune

She will curse God for the person that she is thus far

And pray to become the one that she wants to be

And in the end what she fears most will still come to pass

Not by God or Destiny

But by her own hand

She will be The Deliverer

And history will repeat itself