So I will tell you a story,
Of a little party girl.
Who created her own world.
And in that world,
She was religion.
She was a goddess.
Her body was everyone's temple.
They prayed to her.
They prayed on her.
Her word was gold.
She ****** like a high class *******.
She could never figure out why they all loved her so much.
Stargazing, naked, on the roof, with a bottle of tequila.
Falling in love with a magical mouse girl.
She felt like Lenny from Of Mice and Men.
She practically snapped her in two.
How can she be so powerful, yet such a mess at the same time?