Infidelity, what great pain it exacts on a partner.
Death becomes an inevitable contemplation that in your mind it becomes the governor.
The feeling just! Oh man know not this soul daunting horror,
Oh dear maiden mercy pay a warm kind visit to the bearer!
Beyond measure and measure unknown, it hurts.
How much ail it poses on the mind and torture on the heart,
Its strokes pats not the fragile heart.
Feels like part of your soul is ripped off.
Hurts massively beyond pain itself.
The bible holds marriage in high regard;
That divorce to it is a taboo begad.
Except! When infidelity is begat.
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