Left her weak, barren and confused
She tried to break away from the shackles.
Your mind control caged her
Like seven giants, all at once
You pounced on her
And took your pound of flesh.
Got drunk to stupor with wine
From her body vessels,
Yet that wasn't satisfactory.
But her heart and actual yearnings
Runs deeper than the Mariana trench;
Shades of lust
Shades of lust
Shades of lust
Shades of lust
Shades of lust
Your greed has destroyed her
Your infatuation has brought
Her down on her knees.
She's exhausted, like a lamb
Waiting to be slaughtered
Torture your tool of control,
Is now her experience.
She is aware, but now courageous
She realised that you were just,
A Tin god;
That's why you wallowed
In sheer evil, your evil.
Rrrrruuuuufffffff, you rigmaroled;
With your empty threats and lies
Come back you yelled!!!.
With intimidation
Just like the devil with your Maniacal urge.
Too late she's left! With her soul,
The one you badly dented
To start a meaningful life
And yes she'll always ignore you
Because her victory is purely Indisputable
Tell others lies to blackmail her
The truth is her towering refuge.
Then those that are honest
Will remark and all agree
That you were and still remain
An empty vessel,
A Tin god,
That makes the loudest noise
With no appreciable Impact.......
#Golden_INSPIRATIONS
POET: Babatunde Modupe
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