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
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
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
meeting someone whos' beauty is matched by kindness a rare gem indeed my lovely wife is that soul one of God's purposeful seeds planted in my life a most barren of places now it overflows truest love in abundance and a heart of solid gold