[kodachrome]

5. The Unfaithful Messenger of God

This is a story about a woman

Who wouldn't stay truthful to herself
So she decided to play the victim

And now, she's dead in everyone's heart.

Arrival

She comes and goes, problems follow her
Carrying a life inside her hideous soul
Her face, like a Pekingese dog
Words of a woman I love the most
Nowadays, we shall never criticize
But wouldn't it be better to be mean
Only when you're given beauty as a gift?
Her eyes are dark green, prominent eyebrows
She plays a face card, she doesn't have one
She plays the serious type of woman card
She's not
Fooling around with someone else's husband
And now this woman has collapsed
I find it funny how women fight over men
I also find it funny how no one respects anything
Not even themselves
And she comes, carrying this life, annoying must be
She can't even be a mother, why is she giving birth?
I look around, and I see him staring at her
Obviously, falling for this trash of a human being
And everyone surrounding us is looking at her
With disgusted eyes, she's such a devil
People make sure to stay away from her
Move from unit to unit, they don't want her near
So she says hi with an innocent voice
And right there I knew
Problems were getting started.

Bond

He arrives at his place
Always serious and kind
And she moves around him
Tingling the tail, the snake she is
His favorite color is green
So what can I expect from this?
Starting to play the fool
The role of the victim, that she knows of the most
Her owner is the evil
Won't let the snake be sneaky
Now he's defending her
And it kills me that he was once married to a lion
Now he's okay with less
What a conformist
Enchanted by her lovely lies
She hides under a rug of painful memories
Violence women are suffering every day
She takes advantage of that
To make people feel pity towards her
Oh, poor Angel, poor soul
Oh, poor cheater, why would her husband be angry?
I've seen it, she can't even be a good mother
Raising two kids is too much to say
They don't even respect her
And if she were to be my mother
I'd have committed suicide a long time ago
Evolving with low self-esteem
Typical of a narcissist
He believed her and she gave something
She never cared about it, so she threw it away
No wonder he's in such a mood
Crying over her
Like he never cried for me
Or my creator.