Made in hell here she comes.
Flee from her before she turns.
From
her presence you must always run,
Cause she's seductive and that she
takes as fun.
She's destructive, endangered but luring.
With
glitters in her eyes, she's always flirting.
Refuse her smiles for
they are tempting.
For she's a hater of men that are rising.
Neglect
her steps and refuse the smell of her perfume.
She's crafty and will
entertain you to your doom.
She pretends to be a bride that seeks a
groom,
But has no virtue and she'll fulfill you to the tomb.
Hide
yourselves oh great men of valor.
For in her hands mighty men have
fallen.
She is stubborn and her tricks are cunning.
The words of
her mouth are powerful to piercing.
So therefore run, for your lives
she is yearning.
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