breathing in the sands of time
song of a forgotten rhyme
voice climbing through those open eyes
leaving temple where it lies
red life bathing her body
painting Gaia, chest all muddy
son’s of Adam, beware!
Her lustful, temping stare
You seek her by your side
And hope to turn the tide
Soon to underestimate
Her power to eradicate
The melody in her
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