provoked enough

to those hollow fragile beasts running wild,

do hear for the leaves rustling behind,

lustful bull, don't let out another grunt,

run, run, she is provoked enough to hunt.

more than a mother, more that a sister,

more than a bandage on your sore blister,

the pantheress roars wild, flaunting and free

the lions just peek from behind the tree

she is not like others in this jungle,

she won't cause any meaningless rumble,

let her hunt men of lust and destroy it,

don't scream, try to lie down and enjoy it.

no more candle marches, courts and fools

watch as the pantheress roars, runs and rules.