Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting
What will you do
When you face your maker?
Will you smile like you do
With your white teeth
That make you look so healthy?
You may think your sickness is dormant
But your armor is translucent
To those have seen your violent charm
And heard your serpent tongue
Deliver yourself
Or give into your hunter
When you die, you are dead
And there is no body left
There is an opening
And it is not just another cunt
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