Oh Lust for thee,
The sins pegged beneath this trees,
The love curbed within these wills.
Our lives forged neglecting needs,
A beauty made to ruins,
And deep in Heavens creeks.
We are pale off humans greed,
Sewn to muteness cloth.
Imperative of choices and desolative of voices,
Actions in staging, oh ye darkness is cast,
Bigger the struggles timing the ridicule.
They are not feast for humans greed,
Neither are they kills from Heavens plunder.
OH no we use what with all,
The homes used to houses instill,
Travellers but journey men,
Unknown the wrist, the brisket that shrieks.
The links, oh ye purges of weak,
My love Daphne, the veil of youth,
Scriptures of kings, oh dee the doomed,
Monuments for you, my father's reproved,
Our souls are killed, oh babies in seas.
Deceased watch now, regrets in love,
We hoped too, better deaths pursuit,
Daphne's or daphane,
Raped of womanhood.
Lugard it's you,
OH dear why infiltrate our spines,
Now our hymen is split in halves,
Between Lugard meat and Elizabeth dire.
Her groans be shaded as moan,
The talkatives of Brits I'll never foregone.
Oh dear, why Christian our pains,
With sperms of Scorn,
Almagamations of interest not blackened in mind,
But Boeing of loot for queens derive.
Am ashamed now,
These world for you,
The core of scatters and wanderers too.
Enslaved to work for Whitemans ND reduce,
Souls of slaves, cries of fools,
Kills of youth our Heavens reduce.
We are world of choice,
Left impulse, purge in curse no effort for furt (ure).
Daphne's has aged,
From deadly treatments,
A world of haven,
The creeks of us you.
Truth beneath you,
Happiness splurge on merging reliefs.
Our children scourge our carcass renewed
Why wither at the river side,
Whose to blame for our stagnation,
Deliverer of ours depleted within.
Oh my dear Daphne,
What happens in this creeks now,
Why do your children go about,
Like bastards in a hostile society.
Why does the bounties and happiness of our prostitution increase,
My families gunslingers against selves,
Our mothers on temporary leaps for breathe.
I see the robust fishes from the youthfulness of our flesh,
Piranhas becomes lazy from the certainty of our deaths,
The seas our lying in state,
No sermons just gushing sounds to the afterlife.
Consequences of these actions our blossoming peril,
Whose for blame on our choices in frame,
Is it the seas that brought them or our hearts that still adores them.
Oh Daphne, I'd wish our children a home,
This creeks a house for none.
©minds
M