The Ashes of Precipitated Lust

(Need not burnt Ash to remind you the combusting pain wreching at the heart

The Ashes of Precipitated Lust

 

Alone in his house a soldier sobs,

Feeling betrayed, abandoned, but most of all robbed.
He has been through a lot and has departed from the Lord,
For he feels his feelings have been disregarded and ignored.
Nut he fights on for his will is made of bricks,
Like those who try fleeing from a dictatorship.

Broken promises and shattered dreams leave him no might,
Counting loses, battered gleams of hopes lost light.
And optimistic character of honor and pride
Turn subzero cold, hatred no longer can he hide.
His joy sized, his happiness stolen,
Like the wind to a breeze, it just keeps blowing.
The torture, the terror the agonizing defeat,
From man, to boy, transformation complete.
All manliness devoured by beauties deceit,
Drains him of might, and laughs as he weep.

Total existence erased, whoever knew a lady,
Can turn such a man into such a baby.

But what did she do, she hasn’t such power?

10,000 her looks drew, 100,000 more cower.
Not her looks alone beware of her promise of love,
Because you’ll never see the black crow in a clock of white doves.
She enjoys pain, lust fuels her intentions,
She’s like rain, once she comes she soaks and drenches,
But don't worry what goes around come back around,
And the same rain that drenches your evaporates from the ground.
To escape her irrigated douse, you must think ahead,
Instead of chasing her let her pursuer you instead.
Finally when she is leaking, bring your anger in fire,
Open your umbrella of rage and let your fury transpire.
That’s not the full plot, for not all women delight in agitation.

When the right one comes you’ll realize it was worth the altercation.