No one was as graceful as the woman of godly creation
                              Perfection 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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                              ( havent been updating since i have school )
                                      
                                          
                                  
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