DEATH IS A WHORE (spoken word poetry by HENRY "Judgebush" AKUETE)
Death oh death, woe unto her
She is a whore; a whore with an insatiable thirst to lay with all men
Standing by the road of profane vanity
She waits to defile my youth
Oozing with the putrid smell of all that have laid with her
She beckons to all with a smile that beggars a cry
With her scarlet robe of gruesome promiscuity
She yearns to foul your coveted virginity
Fat and ugly she opens to bereavement
She has no watch for time is her slave
All through time she has laid with the kings of men
Immortal for days past she drinks the tears of sorrow
Death oh death where art thou arisen?
Where art thou born to haunt my joy?
Taking the seed of young and unborn
She wallows naked in the river of desolation
I fear the looming dusk of sleep
for death comes her cousin within
Life is but a fleeting turture
But death be the undying bride of grief
Yes oh yes, i see and i know
That death is trully a whore
And yes i see that life is her pimp
She is a whore; a whore with an insatiable thirst to lay with all men
Standing by the road of profane vanity
She waits to defile my youth
Oozing with the putrid smell of all that have laid with her
She beckons to all with a smile that beggars a cry
With her scarlet robe of gruesome promiscuity
She yearns to foul your coveted virginity
Fat and ugly she opens to bereavement
She has no watch for time is her slave
All through time she has laid with the kings of men
Immortal for days past she drinks the tears of sorrow
Death oh death where art thou arisen?
Where art thou born to haunt my joy?
Taking the seed of young and unborn
She wallows naked in the river of desolation
I fear the looming dusk of sleep
for death comes her cousin within
Life is but a fleeting turture
But death be the undying bride of grief
Yes oh yes, i see and i know
That death is trully a whore
And yes i see that life is her pimp
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