The Creepers Second To Third Part

The Creepers second part

Her mind ached at the thought of having to fight with her own man
the trumpet blows in the blink of her eye to destroy then.
She is not able to win his heart with love and affection
her mind filled with agony; at the moment of battle thereon. 
The heart that was filled with compassion is now filled with the fire of hatred 
breaking the bond of affection she has to take sword so that.
Her eyes filled with tears, she is about to destroy her husband
in her afflicted heart she feel pain , today is the day to lose in intent.
That moment of her emptiness has become as big as bay
she attains in such phase by thousands of crooked tricks of her husband in the way.
So many night spent, days passed in confusion
the arrogant mind does not want to accept wound millions.
although she holds her husband in her heart
yet the morning sky was covered with black clouds in that... (To be continued)

The Creepers third part

Even though she was humiliated but she showed respect 
but tears came to her eyes thinking of possible unrest 
she was delicate and her demeanor was amicable
but his brutal behavior anoint  the stigma and all gone to veil.
humiliation that was sky is limit and far-reaching it is
tears streaming down and she silently oath against the breach.
The promise for destruction was as hard as lightning
a huge storm over her calm, soft body that prevailing
the chain in which she was bound was shattered in turn
the goddess of destruction kissed that fierce impersonation.
In a blink of an eye, that impersonation was flashed with weapon  
boundless of her anger creates the  haunt of poison
burning with rage, in blood eye she enter 
towards his door to retaliate against the monster.

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