The Phoenix and beast in their elegance
effulgent in all its lively  ignorance,
Could he foretell her sinful breath
would sadly soon be stilled in death;
Creator divinely will triumph ultimate
Where, one day we all will be intimate
In the name of the Lord, said a pledge
From the bottom of heart, a judge
Let me kiss her, not let her go out
Let me **** her, not let her go out
The coldness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny  is ever unknown.
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By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.moonmakers.com­