Mistress Max Rulz Presents

This is a thing of beauty Like the rose with the thorns without it My heart would be less than whole Feel old and worn. This is My way of life Of principles long ago lost to most The sound of the word Mistress is a dance in my ears For one to be on their knees Looking up at me in adoration melts away the age of my years

The smoking mirrors are broken Now is your chance to see It is being revealed The real pervert is not me. The smoking mirror is broken far too many balls in the air Open your eyes. Do you dare? The smoking mirror is broken What an incredible lie! It can not go on forever The truth does not die The smoking mirror is broken. The dream is all tattered The broken smoking mirror Needs to be shattered!

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