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The Devil wears make-up

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She walks in glass, so she never throws stones

She's more patient than a dog, and never cares for the biggest bones

She's more material than a cotton lace

Not even the dollar and Euro could measure up to her sweet pretty face


Her heart is made of glass, easily breaks

Yet one broken piece is sharper and fatal than Medusa's snakes

A day without her is as tragic as Lionel Messi's penalty miss

Yet hold too tight, you crush what's left of a chance at eternal drops of nocturnal bliss


Her time is nine times more valuable than a lifetime stitching

Her love holds secrets safer than the gates of hell, no snitching

Like a cat, her love has more lives than nine

But once you step out of line, you spend a lifetime paying for a crime


Once she was winged and immortal

Lust and good old play, gave you access to a well guarded portal

Like Moses, you finally parted her thighs with your rod

Flooding her heart with a sea of lust, you felt you were a god


She chose beneath her when she settled for you

She was born blessed, so blessing others wasn't something new

But her blessing could be a curse, and there is no fate worse

No verse enough to describe, no earth safe and no place to hide from her vengeful wrath



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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