She cried cause she knew,
All she would get is a taste,
N nothing else,
God marked her greedy.
Those firsts will haunt her,
Make her mad, crazy.
She will ask then beg,
Make me forget them.
Unable to recognize,
Devil from god.
Till all have dried.
Gone and turned to dust.
Till those things,
Turn from love to hate,
N even the god tremble.
To having poked the death.
Till she lets out all that pain,
Everything swallows up,
N finally burst out,
Finally devil sees the beauty.