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She's Sabrina,

the queen of the seraphim

who smiles through her eyes

and her beauty comes from within



she breaks the restraints

that would hold any person down

and even though she never fronts

i always got her back at the first sign of a frown



because its just that,

that we lack,

the trust of a tryst

mixing up time with thyme

to get the ingredients for happiness at the cost of a dime?

for an elixer, that you think will fix her?



to fit your needs, to fall for your schemes!?

maybe in your dreams,

where your seeds are planted,

to grow and fill that void,

which you employed,

to cure you of your typhoid mary

disease carrying mire

or your own desire

to be right by her



that smile in her eyes will set you on fire.

and it burns insynch the greed inside your heart



it was like that from the start,

when you shot the first poison dart,

with that, tart, sensation

of the upper-hand situation

that brought you "joy" to bask in.

but it seems to me that you think you're the master of creation.



except to her, its the emancipation from your proclaimation

of indignification, which heeds your own damnation,

confining you to your own damn nation,

with your notion of creation.

drunk off the libations from that elixer that you drink,

its time to think, about what you're doing and how it will end,

shooting poison darts through the darkness of your head.



when you finally see the light,

your eyes wont adjust,

and you'll walk around blindly

until you return back to dust.