"I want my rib back"
Everytime I hear mention of her name its like Goliath rang me out like a wet towel,
It twists and turns my spine,
And no its not fine,
Because her name brings one of the worse feelings in the world to my mind.
And sight of her is much worse,
Not as pleasurable as medusa's "turn into stone" curse,
Hers is more like a "slide your heart down a cheese graider" curse.
I take that back,
It doesn't feel that good.
Her sight is more like,
An attractive disaster,
Like walking into the most beatiful but fatal tornado you've ever seen.
And my rib cage sings,
A wonderful symphony and,
Cries and sorrows knowing that the rib that was taken from me and adam was turned into something like her.
I've never been so confused in my entire life,
Because in all honestly she's beautiful completely,
She used to complete me,
Now she compete's with satan to spiritually defeat me.
And quite frankly, I think she's got him out numbered,
So imagine how doomed my heart is,
She's the opposite of an artist,
She does ugly things on accident,
Because its just in her design.
I feel like if you asked this misfit,
What she wants for christmas,
She'll reply "I want the mark of the beast inserted in both wrists.
Along with the wardrobe of a tribe of masons,
Complexion of a gargoyle,
And a death mask with interchangable faces."
She's simply evil,
But simply perceived as,
Eyes, theighs and ass,
Guys have died in ash
And burning inferno's,
just to get inside her internal
Sexual burn hole
But only to come out with 3rd degree burns internally,
And scared for life for all of eternity.
How could something so sacraficial as a man's rib that in it self is a blessing from God,
Turn into something as evil as a temple that holds her thoughts at large.
I wish God will take her back,
And cast her away into the furthest lake of fire known to the universe,
And after he does that,
I want my rib back,
I want a 2nd chance at a 2nd glance at a woman created from my rib that,
Is from heaven this time,
And not a fallen angel with a pointy tail comming out of her behind.
I want my rib back.
END.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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