Eyes like verdicts, carved in steel,
Truths unravel beneath her heel.
No sugar lies, no velvet grace—
One glance can torch a godless face.
She doesn't blink—she calculates,
Reads through charm, decodes the fakes.
Your stories crumble mid-display,
Her silence speaks what words can't say.
A gaze that bruises fragile pride,
Where shame and guilt have failed to hide.
She doesn't rage, she doesn't plead—
Her pupils plant prophetic seed.
The wicked flee, the brave just bow,
Even karma takes a humble vow.
She stares—not cruel, but consequence,
A walking verdict. No defence.
✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA
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