The woman

She sat their covered in gold , with a purple cloak made of silk 

She hold secrets, deep in her mind 

Talking about God and judgment, with crimson red lips 

Gripping on to you, while locking you up in chains

She was conning with her tung, loaded with power 

High on herself as she pointed her finger at the world 

Rejoicing in death of  another, clapping her hands

Not caring , cause in her mind she was always right 

Causing men to cry, but she had God on her side

Feeling nothing except, her silk cloak 

And her self proclaimed inter-peace 

She was all that mattered

A world that is small,but large to her 

She would argue points, with no facts 

Play games with peoples minds, then laugh  

Plotting behind their  backs,but she had god, on her side