I speak for precious Etina
Her demise
Oh, like a dozen deaths
Oh, but why, but why
listen to me
That one was not human to be
Her beauty, never sincere to man's eyes
Her heart, bitter than uncooked Osuga
She loved to walk
Yes to walk, to trumple on all a men's ego
She was the malady
She ceased any heart that crossed her
None ever saw the next sun
To narrate of her night desires
Indeed, indeed
Like she was hell on heels
Until
Until she met him
Him the con artist
Him the heart thief
Until he played his tricks
Oh, and assumed her intoxicating hips
Oh, ditested her lips
Oh, hated her skin
She had never touched love
For she hated those who loved her
But then
She found the one to love
The one who hated her
Dear Etina
Who can resist her large eyes?
Who can not bow down to her ungodly beauty
No, her nightmare must have come true
Now what will Etina do
Tell him
But she is a firebrand princess
Any kindness will wreak of her weakness
But still she asks
Who dares hate her passionately
To spark her virgin love
Who dares open the gates of hell
Only to turn the heat up
Wonders and wonders
Precious Etina
Who dares open her vail
And leave her lips untouched
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