I’m expert in madness.
I was designed from your bone.
I feel myself as princess.
What the hell you are asking for?

I am so pretty, and I feel myself divine.
You are my slave and god knows it’s right.
That’s why I’m woman. And you are just a man.
If my cunt is wonder, what can you offer then?


You are so stupid and I can not understand.
You are eating apples while I’m exploring other land.
Your thirst of knowledge stuck you to the tree.
It looks like a sickness that affecting me.


You will receive no answers.
From the begining you should know,
I’m ashamed of fact that
I was made from fucking bone.

At the end I’m princess.
Who are you to talk to me?
I’m expert in madness.
And god let me be.

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