The blogs in sheever and sweats.
This time she crowns her ego, to wine and Staffs.
Her urge fights the true origin traits of submition,
ribs a supports of who she's made.
Her hair covers secrecy of her lord,
now a tie of python, and pirate of leagues
flocking her king as sheeps,
questing to rule, and cramp she bleeds.
In kingdoms she rules, a strain of delution,
and parlors threat of feminine government.
She strains her lord to bow to the laws of contention,
At gestation her anger rises and slays the exonerated.
As Pure as she is, her strength is to be blamed.
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