Woe to the woman who falls to her knees.
Blinded by lust and cursed with her needs.
Failure of life sends her sprawled on the bed.
Visions of death dance in her head.
Man deceives this soul with a taste of revenge.
Gives her the chance to create an attempt.
But, the power of doubt wells up in her heart.
She slides to the ground as it tears her apart.
Silently, we pass her as she sobs in her hands.
We give her no comfort for don't trust the man.
Uknowingly, we kill the poor soul on the ground.
For we practiced no love and we uttered no sound.
May the fight that this woman brought to our attention
Shatter the harded hearts in our chests
Bring a little light to the situation
and cause us to hesitate and perhaps act our best.
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