She stands there
amidst all the gore
pure and white
A bow at her side
never tainted by death
it gleams white
Her robes billow
enchanted by the gods
it radiates white
The birds know
she is a savior
they flash white
Pure and undefiled
she stands there
her hair a blazing red
For she is not perfect
her heart is crooked
it does not reflect white
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鋤焼きーwaz hur, yo!