There She Lays...

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Me and you
We can be beauty and the beast
If only you love me
And wait patiently till this beastly curse is broken

Know that I love you
And even when shouting at you
Remember that it was
because I love you
And I can't afford to see you
in the hands of another

These were his words
whenever he beat her
He would take her in his arms
And comfort her again
While telling her that
Her stubbornness caused it all

When he begs for forgiveness
He would cry along with her
And blame the devil that possesses men to beat

And she would forgive him
Because she loved him
Or maybe she was an angel
who wanted to remould him

Lo and behold
She lies in a rectangle wooden box
Where her body will lay till
her flesh peels off
With her eyes closed
And unable to see and hear anymore

And I wonder
Who will he beg for forgiveness this time
He still blames it on the devil
When he is the devil all on his own


Thank you for your time.


My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.

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Domestic violence in any manner is not an expression of love. Love is rather the combination of varied godly traits.

Love is patient and is kind; love doesn’t envy. Love doesn’t brag, is not proud, doesn’t behave itself inappropriately, doesn’t seek its own way, is not provoked, takes no account of evil; doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Thank you, my brother. It is not love nor the fruit of the spirit.

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Peace & Love!

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