Here she comes, shrouded like the first serpent
She hides undercover in the amour of religion
Eager to creep into the den of sin for a ride
Above all were the manner she exonerate her decency
Living like the two edged sword of Delilah
She hate sin but dinned with robbers and hoodlums
Tell her we know her worth in measures of iniquity
Though she leave so hasty before the sunrise
Hiding her head in pride of lucidity
Covered by the thick blanket of the twilight
Leaving no trace of her footprints
In the meantime, she left to sin more more


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