History is change and change is history
I swear you were a perfect moral whore
For many years I haven't seen before
Such a girl or heard such like a story
The only spot of shame in my life
With respect to your mind and beauty
Why you stabbed me with such a knife?
That never had killed just added agony
Go away whom rudeness is her nature
Sign on my grave for life was not life
When you were with me little creature
Neither sun nor moon rise for your rule
Even man wasn't created to be your tool
Unveil the wickedness you from men hide
The real shadow and darkness of your pride
And let my pen upon your heart passes and writes
Maybe through its deep movements and strikes
Will be taught a clean lesson in your dirty life
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