My pen to your beauty one day must pass
To bare you as being stripped in the past
Through feelings falls and strikes
You arrested the thoughts causing a blast
yourself is corrupting, so beware your destiny!
Toxic Sins are hardly paid with me
Even satan who betrayed the Lord
will fear my curse to your road!
Blinds who see in you a charming dove
my heart is cleaned now from your love
No place for you near my side
Damned whom you’ll be his bride
You the spot of shame in my life
Better be killed than have you as a wife
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