Dancing around, spinning around, she gives them war and death; this is all they want, and this is what they get. Pirouettes and spirals—she loves the infernal fires. It will all burn, the entire world, with eternal hatred for thieves and liars.
To her it's all bliss; to you it will be Hell, a hot and scalding kiss, and the screaming gates open.
An endless sadness washes over you in tidal waves; the wicked wind howls, the cities and rapists are cremated, birds and people, cats and dogs, all creation.