C371 Have Done Something Wrong

The moon was like a hook as the scimitar pierced the throat.

Hair like snow, years like a shuttle.

It was as strong as a crossbow and as sharp as a crossbow.

Swift as the wind, swift as lightning.

I'm not an ice cube. I don't hurt people who are good to me.

I am not a crossbow. I can pierce someone I love.

I'm not a bastard and I don't know what's good for me.

I'm not a slut