No one was as graceful as the woman of godly creationPerfection embodied and the target of infatuation,
Of the sire of the heavens, the master of bolts
The master of everything, excluding the heart, he can't hold
He courted her with jewels, riches, things beyond compare
But she still won't give a damn or little care
He reached the edge of patience, you could tell
By the roaring thunder, in fear you'd fell
He didn't think twice of his next move
He transformed himself into a little cuckoo
Disguised his godliness under a bird
To get the girl, he rightfully deserves
He took her in the most violent way imagined
Her innocence gone, for she was a virgin
To save her from shame, their lives were bounded
Three hundred years, long and happy it sounded
But as time passed, he got involved with anyone who he sees
While she hides in her shell, waiting for the day to be free
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