hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Like a phoenix from the ashes,
ashes, I am reborn.
If you wanted to bury hatchets,
you should've brought a shovel.
You should know what you're in for,
you're in for some trouble.
If you want to weave a web,
a web of lies,
well I can be Athena,
Athena in disguise.
Our love can be Arachne's,
Arachne's tapestry,
tapestry torn.
Cause hell hath no fury
like a woman,
woman
scorned.
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Author:
Miss Begotten (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: inspired by the great T Swizzle
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