Butterfly Night
By: Peterpan
Some hate him
There is a need him
Some of his knees love
There is also a cruel torturing him
Now the woman lives strumpet
Working to bet the entire soul and body
Lips smile seducing spoiled euphemism
To each their migrant
Sin if he does
Holy whether they are coming
Sometimes he smiled in tears
Sometimes she cries in the smile
Oh so-happen .. happened
That he knew God loving his people
Oh so-happen .. happened
All he knew was to connect life
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