Mary was locked where the cold walls were closed, High-security prison, a cell where nobody wants to go In her twisted mind was just vengeance and wrath Terrible childhood memories, she was a killing sociopath Her only companion was Sally, her doll, A tiny bit of comfort inside that wall. Colin was gay, he became a friend she could trust, But the world around him was cruel and unjust. He couldn't take the pain; he had nowhere to hide He was raped constantly, Colin committed suicide. Mary heard the news, made a vow in her head: "Someone's gonna answer for the life that was shed." Mary's revenge, the hunter being hunted, The only way out of her cell was painful self-mutilation They transferred her to an emergency hospital station Mary escaped, revenge for Colin, kill the perverts one step ahead from the police she hunted the rapists From east to west Scotland, police had to catch her Before she left a bloody trail, a murderous spur Mary’s Revenge The hunter being hunted Mary caught her victims, dressed as a punk she tricked them, they laughed, but she had spunk Killed them brutally, with rat poison and a knife They had no chance as they begged for their life She smiled; they screamed for mercy it was too late This is for Colin you perverts, it is your F’ing fate The police hunted her throughout Scotland, Mary had no fear She knew one day the end would come, it was very near Her bloody revenge crusade was bound to end in tragedy The hunter being hunted, a story filled with mortality There was no justification for Mary’s ice-cold brutality She was a female sociopathic killer, she had to be caught Removed from society, but what was the lesson she taught? The hunter being hunted, nowhere to hide, A dangerous road with nowhere to ride. Mary took revenge, but her justice was a sin You can't fight darkness by becoming it within. You can't bring back a life by being a judge no justification, just more blood, a gigantic grudge The hunter became what she thought she opposed, And the darkness she carried was never exposed Evil is everywhere and it matters not who commits sin We must thwart the perpetrators before they begin Sadly, the authorities always arrive too late kids are abused, psychopaths, rapists filled with hate exist among us and destroy the lives Of innocent victims, their prey, their targets This story was lodged inside my creativity, The book I had to write gave Mary immortality A sequel to Mary's Little Lambs came alive, Another dark chapter where the stories survive. Mary's revenge… The hunter being hunted.