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Descending from The Heavens— upon my sentient form, Marking my niche that sets me apart, I sometimes wonder if these are sins, grave and...

She was sculpted with every inch of divinity for celebration As vaticination from zion depicted that her feminine incantation can't...

Torn and tattered, beaten and battered She lay there, a lump of life constricted Throbbing with intense pain inflicted By hunky egos...