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Love me on purpose.
Love me on purpose.
Down to the bottom of this,
Hell’s destined to be rebelled.
Women are evil.
Women are evil.
Please come again.
Love me on purpose.
Love me on purpose.
Vanquish my honor
Of being born
To the discipline,
Like love’s timeworn.
Hostile to the loss
Love in a puff,
Bleeding heart plants
May be good enough,
But they want shade trees
In a field corn.
Smudged mud covers
Weeping willow seeds,
On soil where carnivores
Do good deeds,
Fierce swordsmen
Eat humans to survive,
And creatures don’t care
If I’m alive,
Thus, a crossbred
Butterfly succeeds.
Bewailing my losses
With sand clocks,
Padlocks unlock the
Route to roadblocks.
Hotspots teach abortion
For parades
Like animal cruelty
With blades
And grenades in cellblocks
With wedlocks.
Love me on purpose.
Love me on purpose.
Down to the bottom of this,
Hell’s destined to be rebelled.
Women are evil.
Women are evil.
Please come again.
Love me on purpose.
Love me on purpose.
Longing is a chore,
However spoiled.
Darkness disembroiled
Has qualms recoiled.
These breastfed rules
Are peculiar
And tongue-tied demons
Are familiar.
Would you notice
If my heart’s hard-boiled?
Emulate my heartbeats
When you’re gone.
I’m forced to talk
In a full-grown tone.
Smiling like souls
Don’t have section 8.
Hate me like the most
Baritone bait.
Compare me to hormones
With a clone.
Stabbed in my back
While head-carrying,
The large bucket list
Of your offspring,
Like lions can color
When they bite.
I’ll shield you
In a pitch-black gunfight.
The simple things
Could mean everything.
Isaiah Lawrence 