Maaaaan, here we goes again, yall! Heres wes goes! In my best TUPAC voice: HAIL MAAAAARAY!
Okay so look here man. You guys might postulate that I want
a PIPING HOT BABE! For purely visual and physical reasons….why yes, BUT! Sike!
Just kidding. Hey, oh boy, this is gonna be an emotional one!
(As an aside, have you ever written something and the
process of doing so felt like death? THAT’S HOW IT IS EVERYTIME I WRITE!)
HEY VIRGIN MARY PASS ME A BEER!
Virgin Mary: no
Fiiiiine! Sheesh! I know YOU DON’T WANT ME TO GET DRUNK!
Fiiiinee *sigh* I’ll just get drunk with the Spirit! Its just I need something
to relax me, ease a bit of this unbearable tension!
Okay look, lets get down to the nitty gritty! I want a babe!
I want a wife! I’ll start a chant: I WANT A WIFE I WANT A WIFE I WANT A WIFE.
GET A WIFE = HAPPY LIFE! But like I said before, this desire aint for the
traditional reasons to which you might attribute. I want a wife, solely, and
indubitably for…….REVENGE!
CAN I GET AN AMEN?????!!!! Virgin Mary, pray for me
* Dedicated to every girl who ever dissed me. Namely! Kina,
J*ne, Jennifer, Ann, Becky, Leah, Meg, Wit*, Lisa, Bethany
* Dedicated to my future wife....um.....maybe she's Taylor Swift!!! Shes too good for me! D'oh!!!
------------------------------------/Her New Name – This is
Revenge
Satan is a snake slithering spewing
lies, sophistry the false hope that my love was a garden,
prosaic
whispers in your ear “yet there is more”
I only asked that you love me, that you understand my
devotion’s severity
to trust that my love was enough for our eternity;
heavenly bliss of kisses forever
that there need be no knowledge of good
nor recognition of evil (outside the warmth of you in my
arms)
but you spit on the tree. Visions of prosperity, pleasing to
the mind’s eye
my offer, trite your eyes opened; other men richer,
stronger, taller
skewed morality, I forever bad
my heartbreak angels with banishing flaming swords my tears
like gale force winds, uprooted shrubs, flowers, innocence
in paradise (now lost)
disrupting order with seeds of chaos, and resignation
stitched
animal hides, compassion sewn to keep you warm fashions
of eschewal
Eve was a whore
Eden was mirage, a distasteful deception. If the command
was to live in endless passion as a man and woman in
unfettered euphoria
yours was the sin
because I used to dream at night, us creating sex in our
image
and the children of our choices not wraiths of regret
murdering each other
the gates closed on lover’s destiny, whilst new preparations
made
four thousand years for the scars to heal
my new woman
my new wife
my new Eve
will hate snakes, crushing its head of vile acrimony
while kissing me and holding my waist. Romancing me
to undo your treachery
(Her new name: Mary)
---------------Genesis 3:15
And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and
between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise
his heel
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