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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Evil combs from their waists morally Like a song from dead throaty tune. Machete of tempting guts, they spread Nagging substances to the eyes of men, This thistles taxed our brave minds. Our blood a gulp of water to their veins, Scars for the flesh of our successful life. war wounds for the souls of men in shadow of a baseless child bearing and home-making! Women: necessary evil to men! Evil they are! Tormenting with their verses of pretense, Cutting pride with their envy and jealousy, Eating deep of men testies with prostitution! Women: necessary evil to back off from! Materialistic they are above their shoulders, Bewitching is another test of their lives and all we wanted is a home but hell they give; highest score of hell which keeps men away from a place once called a home now a forest. Right on their lips are paintings of blood, In between their legs are death channel flux with fluid that kills more than the black powder. There is an applistic balls on their chest, it kills! Their souls bathed black sorrow and agony, There is a painting of blood in their heart; Painting of a dying song in a pool of rhythm. Rhythms of violence reverberated in their muses, Women are necessarily evil among human race! But I remembered mother, she is not among them! Men battered in their hands, Destiny wasted in between their legs, Dreams elude the owner at the sight of their buttock! There is a painting of blood on their palms Which the creator knows nothing of now, They have Ploughed many heads to grave, Yet, burnt many faces in the insanity of the day. Women are necessary evil, keep off from them! Women are the trade mark of the devil, beware! Eve bite of the apple made them all guilty! If only men can stay without women on their Laps, the world will sing a new song of peace. Brave hearts men had wrestled but they could not But cling to a woman's arms for protection yet, Died a miserable death of curse and abomination Women are necessarily evil because their conscience are dead. (C) John Chizoba Vincent All right Reserved 2016
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