Pola's Revenge

Verse 1: Yo, let me pull you close, take a trip through the dark, Where shadows stretch long, leave a permanent mark. A kid named Cindy, dreams frail like her frame, Bullied and broken, trapped in a cruel game. In the moonlit glow, Pola held her post, Not a plush, but a queen—don’t get too close. Button eyes glimmered with an ancient gleam, Pink crown tilted, plotting schemes unseen. Chorus: Pola ain't plush, she's a queen with a plot, Cold justice served while the wicked get caught. Silent in the daylight, deadly in the night, Pola's army moves, and they don’t need the light. Verse 2: Stepbrother Tommy thought he was slick, Smashing her dreams, pulling his tricks. But his console? Dismantled, no clue, Tiny claw marks whispered what Pola could do. Cousin Rachel, queen of the cruel, Her bag fell victim to Pola’s rule. Leather shredded like her lies undone, Pola’s justice had only begun. Chorus: Pola ain't plush, she's a queen with a plot, Cold justice served while the wicked get caught. Silent in the daylight, deadly in the night, Pola's army moves, and they don’t need the light. Bridge: Dolls on the shelf with porcelain stares, Teddy bears lurking like silent nightmares. Marionettes with their strings pulled tight, An army of shadows waiting for the fight. "Protection," Pola whispered, crown catching the glow, "Is more than defense—it’s a calculated blow." Stuffed hands moved, no mercy to lend, Every tormentor's nightmare in the end. Verse 3: Family dinner, the stakes were set, Cutting remarks? Oh, they'd regret. Punch bowls flying, secrets laid bare, Social circles shattered, no time to repair. By the end of the night, chaos reigned, Cindy's tormentors left shamed and drained. And Pola? Perched where she always sat, Crown gleaming bright, innocent as that. Chorus: Pola ain't plush, she's a queen with a plot, Cold justice served while the wicked get caught. Silent in the daylight, deadly in the night, Pola's army moves, and they don’t need the light. Outro: Now you know the tale, how it all came to be, Cindy found peace, but don’t look for me. Bean’s the name, the storyteller’s call, And Pola’s the queen who protected it all.