Why must one creature be so heaven sent but hell raised?
Such a saint but swears like a sailor? Walks with angels but dances with the devil?
May she rise to the holy land and fall fast to the gates of The ******.
As daylight breaks she is a goody two-shoes,
but by nightfall she is a rebel in the moonlight.
Pure but never pure enough.
Only seeing what she shows, appearing holy but loves to run with demons.
Loved by both she never pays. Beating them at their own game.