Murderers
Pleasure rides,
On...
Pleasant moments
With
Gladdened haste¡
Soaked!
Raw rod richly
Into
Gleeful gap gasping...
Like
An athlete's heart
When
On the finishing line,
To
Feed glucose syrups
For
Sustainable physiological energy.
Aftermath comes,
missing:
Catamenia, informed
Both--
Happily saddened.
Pretense
Strikes minds*
By
An unknown song,
Through
Sweet words to lure
Submission
Assumed right for peace.
Denying
Shame to cover up truth,
Timing
Few months to come.
Having agreed:
They
Disallowed mixed bloody fluid,
Into space awaiting expansion,
To formulating foetus fleeting...
The race of days into months,
Before knocking the soil's door
And have duties land on owners.
Like
Noah's dove; unrest...
Returned to his ark.
So is it; ferment...
Emptied the vessel.
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