Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Who's the baddest of them all?
The witch asked the mirror.
The mirror showed her picture.
It is not Snow White, nor Ariel.
It isn't sleeping beauty who can be place in the aisle.
It's also not Jasmine, nor Belle.
She's not the Barbie we called Rapunzel.
Cinderella is her name.
And she's a damsel in Distress.
She's kind, pure hearted and naive.
A lady who isn't blessed.
Will you believe in the story that everyone watched?
Or would you like to hear something, about Cinderella's wrath.
Open your mind, read and look.
I'll tell you the story of Cinderella, the crook.
Once upon a time, there's a maiden.
Her name is Cinderella, a beautiful maiden.
She's a servant to her step mother and step sisters.
Everything they've got is actually for her.
But not like what stated in a movie, Cinderella isn't dumb.
Whenever she cooked food she'll put putrid blood from her wound.
She'll serve it to them and watched them eat it.
Then she will smile and think what she did is worth it.
Whenever she got beatin or she'd been locked on a room.
She's doing something, she's playing a song.
A song of death that is dedicated for them.
For one gloomy day she will kill them.
When Cinderella Meet the Prince,
She felt the Happiness from within.
She thought she can change herself,
And love the man all by herself.
All the man might be loyal,
But none of them is faithful at all.
The Prince cheated on Cinderella,
And have an affair to her sister named Anastacia.
There, Cinderella loose her control.
She then plan how to kill them all.
She will surely make them cry.
Those who hurt her need to die.
And on the night she started her plan.
She make them sleep using her stunts.
She then get her lovely axe,
And a barb wire on a box.
When all of them got awake,
They see Cinderella's wicked face.
On her hand is an iron tube,
And a cake where a candle is a finger that had been cooked.
They scream, they shout, but nothing happened.
They can't stop Cinderella from killing them.
She is pretty, smart and a little bit crazy.
But she doesn't have any mercy.
The blood sprinkled on her blue gown.
The head of a Anastacia is now her Crown.
The heart of the Prince is on a plate.
Slicing it like it's a cake.
The chopped body of her step mother,
Is place on a big, big kettle.
She then sighed and smiled.
Now all she need to do is to eat the heart that she sliced.
For the sun has come everything is fine.
Cinderella is again a lady of divine.
No one from the palace knows about what she did.
The story of her wrath had been hid.