Lady on High
I am the Lady on HighSainted and sanctified
Pristine and untouchable
As Chesterson once wrote
Our Lady of Moslems of course
The miracle child of Buddha
Set above all women kind
Made for no man's touch
A statue who withers with the salt of touch
Breaks with the force of sound
Will blind you if you look straight into my eyes
My hair will hiss and spit venom
My breath will destroy whole nations
The purest form of genocide
And if I hold your hand
You'll be a pile of dust
Nuclear with the light of life
Deadly evil eye
Or maybe they're not into me
Tonight's just a useless wasted night!
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