Prophyt
Posted 06-11-2010 at 06:29 AM by Wee_Love
Woman with the silver tongue
Sings her prophecies
A sirened shrew, to teach mankind,
All the wrong she sees
Poetic muse, to say the least
Words drop bombs from an enraged beast
Those who are weak, she prepares the feast
Devours your soul in her lyrical preach
Diseased filled mind is what you'll find
No room for vanity
To show the world, the other side,
And bring you sanity
Sings her prophecies
A sirened shrew, to teach mankind,
All the wrong she sees
Poetic muse, to say the least
Words drop bombs from an enraged beast
Those who are weak, she prepares the feast
Devours your soul in her lyrical preach
Diseased filled mind is what you'll find
No room for vanity
To show the world, the other side,
And bring you sanity
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