Her world

The inner core of a diamond here the sparkle starts and her loudest roar

The core made of pure madness that man rule in 

However, no men may be present but there souls ponder

Untested know one has been to her feet, only been down a few hundred feet. 

Her hair is a mess in peace some aspects are the most violence in the streets

 She's your queen the one that gets you to want more

She's so divine that the must is hailed by the finest of wines

It is only dined by dimes that rule the scripture of an ancient known pitcher 

She holds love, beauty, equality and peace

She's the one that holds your hand when you weep

When ever she weeps is often seen gorgeous

No one takes time to understand the sorrow she's going threw

Pain grief misery seems something more than just the truth

Everyday people who take time to understand seem to have there feelings on command

When your nervous something bad about to happen

You feel as if you went silent and nothing seems to be

Her disasters create opportunities to make her more gorgeous than before

Your her desire she's the one you admire 

In your decline you seem to stare and lose interest as you are intrigued by your mistress

She's been going down since no one puts her first in there plans to win over 

Starting to get clear as your mind deciphering 

To you I am home to me you are home

In the hands of our beholder

She gives us this wild encloser

The galaxies, is there anything we have seen

And the prophet speaks what we think is keen

But an evil man may have been speaking clean

But really a mean man destroying the human being

At what cost

Everything influential about the adamines are lost

Family seems to be doing it at only a minds cost