May God bless me...with Nobility
Futility reminds me of her ability
The Devil"s dress she wears with no contest
I must confess under her stares I'm a mess
Virility blinds thee so very viciously
Temporarily binds me with insanity
Confined is my mind, bewitched by her dance
God hath designed, but the devil"s in her glance
Many men have fell, they never stood a chance
Angels now in hell, still mesmerized in a trance
For you toll thy bell, and try and cry romance
Now forever dwell, forbidden to ever advance
If chivalry has died, then she choked its very last breath
Her Vanity and pride combined, provoked suicidal death
Perfection lies soundly in the sand
Tranquilly next to me on the shore
But if it's you that holds her hand
You too, shall be cursed forevermore
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
May God bless me...with Nobility
Futility reminds me of her ability
The Devil"s dress she wears with no contest
I must confess under her stares I'm a mess
Virility blinds thee so very viciously
Temporarily binds me with insanity
Confined is my mind, bewitched by her dance
God hath designed, but the devil"s in her glance
Many men have fell, they never stood a chance
Angels now in hell, still mesmerized in a trance
For you toll thy bell, and try and cry romance
Now forever dwell, forbidden to ever advance
If chivalry has died, then she choked its very last breath
Her Vanity and pride combined, provoked suicidal death
Perfection lies soundly in the sand
Tranquilly next to me on the shore
But if it's you that holds her hand
You too, shall be cursed forevermore
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