From within her eyes I pulled her lies/ and her tongue is finely tuned to the language of deciet/ she does nothing that's not discreet/ her feet are silent and quickly run to trouble/ a double edged sword are the lips she wields/ the seeds of corruption and immorality are her vocabulary/ her words are sourced from sins untold/ her mind is a calculated devil machine/ and malice and greed run through her veins as black as oil/ turmoil and suffering lay waste in her wake/ she lays down and wakes up to her dreams...
[this piece...]
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