What does it mean to be more than a conqueror?
Are you more than a subjugator?
More than a power mongol?
More than a desperate wolf?
You have in your hands
at this moment, a man,
a boy really, now with child
at 360 degrees you lie.
You open your legs
like a flower from the sky.
You clutch him inside,
a vile plan you devise.
A pie of deceit
is disguised as a sweet.
No mother, no Madonna,
just a whore, with a chore,
to conquer, then destroy,
to manipulate a boy
who is fragile
like paper on the wind.
Should he blow away
in the game that you play
The Universe guarantees
suffering to your seed.
Taint an unborn life and find,
that Karma's a bitch and she never dies.
Copyright 2009 by Starryeyeslie
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