The fairy is on the stage, as a comedian these days.
She might not be a mage, but you know she gets paid.
But she feels she's in a cage, she wants to set everything ablaze.
She has a horrible rage, and in within her furious haze...
She did just that, burn everything to the ground.
Her talent agent Matt didn't make a sound.
The people, the props, the rats, all went down
The cops came and a loud voice shouted:
"We are all the same", but she doubted
What would the people know of a fairy? The thought made her wary.
Still the swat team was coming, the doors were open.
One of them was humming, the other was aiming with his gun
The fairies are small creatures. It's very hard to hit one.
The fairies have very small features aiming down the sights of a gun.
Let this creature be their creature, might as well since she wants to have fun.
She wizzed and dance and played, like the bullets that were shot.
This little orchestrated raid was nothing to the one who was caught.
She laughed at what she made. She flew to their blind spot.
They turned quick as she swayed, and they realized what they fought.
A simple fairy, in the wrong environment.
Also that chica es kra kra and needs to go down.
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