There was a girl
And she was bright as a silver screen
They called her Lady Guillotine
She was awake
When the sun went black
The serpent fooled the life itself
Colluded, as the sight, the head, the neck
They all became one thing within
Without the soul
But with the sin
With no regrets
She soon will be
Reflection of the only being
Conspiracy of something to achieve
The way she died
The way she lived.
Lady Guillotine
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