She was appealing to everyone,
And I had to aim at her
Luckily she availed her being.
I once heard a loveless life is a living death,
Hence no bag outs would change my mind,
For with love we conquer all
And I smelled love ,for it was in the air.
She had clagged up my heart,
And no one would fall me up from her.
And now she's pregnant not of my child,
She lashes out against my love
Yet the sheets witness the spilled semen.
All my dreams now magicked away,
I'm forced to part with my properties,
Yet all are insured against under my being.
She bore a son who logged my mama off,
Name not my friends who got bashed up,
Yet the dad is still bouncing back from death.
I have an ogre for a son
Maybe a witch for a wife,
And all I smell is love for blood
Though blood for love is all I got.
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