She hangs from her own troubles knotted in a rope around her ankle.
Flashes her gold baubles and body like The Whore she is she.
But she is also The Fool destined to fool herself into thinking she will be The Bride.
So she hangs over her one stop drop into the abyss of fiery lava.
She dancing caring oh so much but can not stop destiny for only a fool believes they can
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