JOY OSUMAH
@joyosumah347144
1 year ago

check out this poem

DELILAH

Delilah's lips taste as wine
Her hips evil divine

Her children are we, disciples of lies
Flakes of rapturable staves we define

They hour is unknown to those that sleep
-For we don't sleep
We wine and dine

We cry and die
-And yet we merry cause we know our peril
Cause we are all children forged of Delilah's lips

The devil's abode dwell we
Hell foreigners we bring in
Cause we are all children forged of Delilah's deciet.

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