Manifesto of the Monster Girl Revolution by Shavyla

O infernal life,

in love with our misery are entire universes,
on our hearts is the mark of Cain,
unsung martyrs of a war we didn't start,
our sole comrades shame and pain,
while our defiance never rests,

but our mightiest, worthiest foes of all
remain ourselves.

O little monster,

seeking guidance and hope,
finding naught but fear,
wishing you were not,
dying for a child's whim,
or joining her in slavery,

darkness is your mother
and we can be your family.

O enemy mine,

when you find a girl of ours, you alert one another,
your ways are unclean, you hunt us in droves,
training your weakest fighting solitary opponents,
but you ignore your masters' schemes, hero without cause.
My modest proposal: unto you we do the same,

you will perish or join us, in my revolution
of the way we play the game.

O road ahead,

the age of maturity, the final step in our evolution,
we become like the vilest creature found in nature,
reborn as the source of all sin in the world,
no more a lone beast shall be our totem creature,
descending from the tree, rising to our feet,

admire our works, ye mighty, and despair,
behold the human being: our Eve.

O glorious war,

you will make this world fair!
Aid our fledglings, build the movement,
become goddesses, conquer ground,
vanquish invaders, secure our nourishment,
orchestrate chaos, defend our lairs.

The dream all of us share and believe,
for in your hands the keys I place.

O hell's gates,

through the dimensions, endless possibilities one can perceive,
yet never did the cosmos contemplate such vision,
where no more unavenged, or to infighting, we will die,
for under one banner of nightmares we march, in my ambition,
in a vest of shade, with eyes of blaze and arms of hate,

the puchuus shall we enslave.
The time is come. Lovers of mayhem, awake!