Walking Devil

For the first sight

She is like a seraph

From heavenly host

To save the earth

The way she lie

Can descend sun

For a playing toy

Or beaming fireball

The way she smile

Can turn your style

Onto crawling clouds

For her charming pounds

Her beautiful eyes

She use to neutralize

His stark naked acumen

Before his wonted hackment

Her smoothie hand-touch

Like crystal meth in his flesh

Can smash his autonomy

Onto crippled thin atomy

The way she walks

Flying her behind in fractions

Inspire out gents’ necks to wake

And see their needs in predictions

When she bridges her jaws

To bring heavenly bodies down

You can’t let her fall on deaf ear

Instead count life out that cost dear