Hope
What a beautiful weapon she is.
She's the sharpest edge and the prettiest sight,
The softest, sweetest bringer of night,
And all with a teasing kiss.
What a beautiful, beautiful weapon she is.
A predator unlike the rest.
A style unique to her self and her way,
A seductive savage that suckles her prey
By the poison within her breast.
A predator unlike all of the rest.
What murderer kills with less heart?
To give away lies that could never have been,
Then taking the vital untruths back again,
Intending the pain from the start.
Find me a beast with less of a heart.
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