Naomi

It is over
She is finished
She has gone, gone, gone
And now she is one
We pour scorn upon
Once we adored her
Now we abhor her
There is nothing left
When beauty fades
She is degenerating
We are regenerating
We tore off her disguise
And, like vultures,
We gorge on her demise.

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