I fell as dead. He pinched my ear. I rose
To sigh a word of deep withdraw. He crossed
Eyed stern. I dropped my head. I peered the frost
Underfoot forming ground into green froze.
I hugged my chill. I stiffed nipped neck in pose
Of a soured guest swallowing throat. He sauced
Cold wrath in steam burst breath, as from a glossed
In light incense streak spit aside. He shows
In one hand seven stars. He has in hold
Of second grip a no named stone. I bow
From waist down at the last. I reach palms spread
To waive my wish. He shakes. He fists the fold
Signs on knuckles. He prays a puff in vow
To keep. I close my thumbs. He falls as dead.

Prey for her, the woman who came
Not with me to paradise
Like to the attacking of game
Prey for her, the woman who came
Running as a hunter to claim
**** of the apex surprise
Pray for her, the woman who came
Not with me to paradise.

Forsaken Christ swallows wholly his pride,
Or sour wine less pure than water or pain-
Presently pierced, and now to poke again
To drain the fountain living through his side.
And women weeping hymns to him abide
In agonizing ghosts that sound the strain-
“Never ever after our Lord is slain
Shall blood from water nourish ****** bride”.
Full dead they take to tomb the suffered gent
And women weeping there reflect how sweet
The water went when he heard mother’s cries.
And women weeping left the brood to treat
The body, decked with spices and ointment
To prepare rot- and say to him “arise”.

Yo momma is so to speak a **.
Her poor spirit sells herself as queen.
Your mother is not all women though.

Your sister finds me brotherly low
In building to story self esteem.
Yo momma is so to speak a **.

Aborting plans to parent ****
**** she sways hips crazy being.
Your mother is not all women though.

Some ****** brides like mine are with no
Such delusions how you better mean.
Yo momma is so to speak a **.

This ***** belongs half to age ago
When now is not the time to come clean.
Your mother is not all women though.

My daughter ***** the *** as winds blow
Out the candles counting to eighteen.
Yo momma is so to speak a **.
Your mother is not all women though.