mischief
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Bye-bye baby
Watch my armor glow.
I've got a war to start.
What, you didn't know?
I'm a loki's child.
Got mischief in my veins.
You might play at tag.
But war's a harder game.
I knew these girls, three born in one day
Who spy me in the mirror for I am one of them.
Lianna, Kyla and me all three triplets that spoiled
my poor mother's fun. For she was a beauty with her black hair