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Isis's Ice


Isis arised with her golden iphone

Her wings as always on fleek

School and earth her throne

Envy was hers 'cause damn she's chic

 

The fashion queen would never get toppled

She was too clever, too awfully kind,

And kindly awful

She would throttle enemies blind

 

Juno flew down with a BANG

Slowly creeping on her land

Juno took over Isis's gang

Leaving Isis trapped in her own sand

 

Summoning magic in her demand

Isis summoned all her powers

To get Juno banned

Then after hours

Isis seduced Zeus

And proposed a truce

 

Zeus then brang hail to Juno

And through this low-blow

Isis expelled Juno and took her phone

Isis won back her grand throne

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