Her cheating on me is not what I fear.
Good men are mistreated everywhere.
It's the loathing I'd feel if it came to a fact
That she lusted and loved behind my back

That I fear -as should she; it's beyond my control-
It would tear us to pieces and swallow us whole.
To see what you treasured as holy and strong
Hang slain from a rope one last lie long.

The concept of cheating; I spit in its face.
It sickens me how it would see her erazed.
Goddess to garbage in one-two-three...
I'm praying that she remains faithful to me.