I am a sin
and not your kin,
Hate me like a story
In me there is no glory,
I am the queen of lies
am not the silence but the noise,
Evil thoughts swirling me
Snatching away my whole glee,
Care and love is not my stuff
Am not sweet, cute rather tough,
Once angel but now devilish
flying bird turned into a dead fish,
Putting all knowledge into a bin
from hundred to nil,
Full of confusions being a pessimist
open hand is now a closed fist,
She beg to the world to leave her alone
Let the evil seed grow which was sown.
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