Wicked women
She looks as pure as an angel
in ways man can only imagine
she had fooled many with a simple look
prayed on the weak until a great men came upon her
with knowledge that she could only dream of
he plays the game which she had Created
Wicked women do you not know that man designed the book
with a skill that man can say wickedness no longer exist
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