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She is a popular decadent aura.  
Accusatory and crafty beginning with the Torah.
Debauched by nature
 consumer of the spiritually immature. 
Guided by licentious ways 
she tries to plant her foot on the narrow path officially paved 
for those who's steps are heavier than their burdens low
 sparks of her anger smoothly flow
 inquisitive to the point of doubt
 concerned with wells of constant drought 
she grows with pride 
skins of scales for hide 
not to seek 
for she pretends to be meek 
on the other side of the valley she peeks
screams cannot out weigh her cries when conquest 
finally overcomes distress 
vigilant and reticent customs provide gain over souls equal to spirits
 oh please hear it
 the Truth speaks
 and detest those that reap 
her harvest for it drives coerced children into adulthood 
if you have not encountered her you will wish you would 
only to make sure she is cast out to emit
 and transmit 
left out to omit
the fear of God must be present 
and stay 
for that gift last always 
make sure that her emerald rays 
do not guide your days
 you must wish for obscurity
 not enmity
that already exist from her slithering tongue more than a thief, or 
a destroyer of man, a terminator of spirits lost through her lies 
from ties a lover of cries 
from kingdom gains 
that remain 
a missed target
 still no regrets
 she finds comfort by missing out on blessings 
so she shuts the windows progressing
 to the door 
back down to the floor 
she goes 
and grows 
to know 
more of her followers that actually take out time to find her
just as Wisdom demands to be sought out 
she too stands, on the streets to be bought out
with a price far less than fools gold 
her value will never unfold 
or produce, 
but reproduce
non-efficient works and deception
 from a mere conception 
of haughtiness, a demoness 
who is not loved 
but covered with a glove 
of rhinestones 
and silent tones 
yes she whispers louder than a lion's roar, 
but choose to ignore 
and begin to explore 
a voice with the flow of many waters,
 a King of many fathers 
that do not become intimate with her and slowly walk past 
not to become as grass 
she cannot last
 if you will simply let her pass
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