She is a devil, in real life,
Hiding in disguise,
Her veins full of fire,
You can see the flames, in her eyes.
With horns on her chest,
That use to point up high,
She'll lead anyone to hell,
With her mouth full of lies.
Never counting, how many,
she's lead to the grave,
Her only goal in life,
is personal greed everyday.
Fooling endless victims,
Who think she is so kind,
Then she walks away, laughing,
When their life, falls behind.
Conceded, is a complement,
When you mention her name,
She thinks the world, revolves around her,
and her mindless games.
Tom Maxwell copyright 4/29/2007 A.D.
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