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Split faces, dangerous ears

Stumbling on the wrong rock

She's exhausted to expound her words

Yet no longer spilling black suicide tears

She spoke a little mystery

A puzzle that needs to get solved, not easily

Suddenly, all eyes are on her

With a bitter smile, a filthy plan set in her eyes

Sweeter than revenge

She sided with Karma as she defended

The people who spit their lousy song on her

So, this is her, saying for witches

who needs their mouth stitched real-quick 

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