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The woman

The woman

A Poem by Brannon

She sat their covered in gold , with a purple cloak made of silk 
She hold secrets, deep in her mind 
Talking about God and judgment, with crimson red lips 
Gripping on to you, while locking you up in chains

She was conning with her tung, loaded with power 
High on herself as she pointed her finger at the world 
Rejoicing in death of  another, clapping her hands
Not caring , cause in her mind she was always right 

Causing men to cry, but she had God on her side
Feeling nothing except, her silk cloak 
And her self proclaimed inter-peace 
She was all that mattered

A world that is small,but large to her 
She would argue points, with no facts 
Play games with peoples minds, then laugh  
Plotting behind their  backs,but she had god, on her side 

© 2015 Brannon

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Added on December 12, 2015
Last Updated on December 12, 2015



Centerville , WA

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