With tears rushing down to shut her lips
Her clothes like a public book they flipped
In this weak vessel they had their dinner
Dumped like her pad with their nostrils closed by the road side, far from an eye sight
So this slay queen was slayed quick
Who made the fiery dart a darling and Satan's horns an honey
Who made her body a currency but dead currently
How could cold frieze her emotions and her manners sieved
How could fire warn her feet yet wore flirt even with it dirt
Eternity has hugged her and judged her
Posterity will ask for that axe that broke this beautiful ark
Experience taught her yet couldn't stay alive to learn
106.152 SRY