Conflict in the early night sky Battles swirling raging between deep pastel foes Epic daily struggles as light slashes dark Leaving streaking flashes in futile fights Finally prevailing the black veil flexes Showing the power of having no light Till dawn when darkness sees the light and dies
warmer than morning sun brighter than shooting stars universes contained within illuminating night skies a true north star lighting this way home my world in her smile
The sockeye swim in suicidal ****** while I with my eye ever on the other side of life death and massive gorges hop among their bright red hordes trying in vain to keep my feet dry
For surely she is a reaper of any man's ego some innocence lost some deserving it so She stripping their hearts of their selflish show She collects them as trophies in a case aglow Reminding her of how many are left to go Refining the craft of destroying their whole Another notch in her unforgiving bow Men unleashed this vengeful black crow To punish themselves for ruining women's soul
Protect the less powerful the women the young the old Let her ripper rip and the reaper sow all of those evil men souls
Don't shoot the messenger and this is not here-say but don't hate on God almighty it is the men who use him so perversely Pray they pay and stop blaming GOD