My sisters' words run deep
In my patient grace
And as the corruption leaves me,
Only the good is left behind.
Do not let my appearance fool you,
For I am danger. I am a predator.
And if you're on my bad side,
I can hunt you down with a wave of my hand.
My well-manicured nails and my
Perfectly placed flower crown
Can not define who or what I am
To myself or to the world.
I might be good, I may
Have the patience that saints dream of,
And my poise and collected attitude
Might lead you astray,
But don't let it seduce you,
Your charming human ways -
So gullible, so naive.
Let me be the wisdom that saves you.
I can be your light,
Your golden rays of hope
On the worst day of your mortal lives.
Or perhaps my sisters are more your type?
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