Her fingertips still covered in dirt

As she holds her quill pen calmly

She giggles with tears falling down her rosy cheeks

As she jots down the ravishing moments

of

Her Lovers demise

In her diary

Ranting while his blood drips from the Red Rose

After tossing dirt

Over the squalling pig’s corpse

I played your foolish frilly games

Ah’ Devine was my lip you kiss

Your pledge of undying Love to me

A diary of all your holdings

The Mansion

The Carriage

The life of wealth, honesty and prestige

I signed with pleasure in my heart

Becoming the heir without the ring

Race the blood through my veins

In vengeance

As the axe in my hand

Slaughter him to death

The tears I cry are tears of joy

So sweet becoming the sly Mistress

My sweet Love thy diary

Hold the betrayals of so many

Leaving me wealth without hunger

Peace without the fruit of a Lover

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