She has poison in her kiss,
it's like death is on her lips.
Cyanide in her gums,
destroyer of all love.
It's like she alter's DNA,
along with every word you say
Her mind plays a little trick,
the thought of it make you sick.
Don't let her find you,
because if you do,
you'll be forced into death,
her mark will be all thats left.
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