Apocolypse

by Suzie Q   Dec 4, 2006


She spits fire at the sun,
She breaths ice at the moon,
She erodes the earth,
She brings the end soon.
She whispers your secrets,
She loves seduction,
She tears down buildings,
She lives for destruction.
She knows not right from wrong,
She knows not screams from song.

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