Love Has Died.. Odichrist B Hotpraise

None exist on earth
all has gone dirth
money at first
less you go more thirst
love has dried and died
I saw a Butterfly lover
when she hover
round about in the garden
Amidst the flower men,
Her naughty wing's flinging
Curiously to peg,
On a dude's succulent heart
Suck the pockets flavours
Like harmattan upon the earth
Now, the dude is a bankrupt
Hunger and labour erupts
The Butterfly lover
Rockets away to another,
Flower with fresh nectar
where's the heart of the dude?
Love has died
Philandering exaggerated lies
The shadow of butterfly lovers
Still now hovers.

Odichrist B Hotpraise
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