KING OF HER JUNGLE
My soul’s temple be her “mother ship”
As she climbs on top of it
She get lost in her thoughts of insecurities
So she holds on tight, taking precaution on not loosing her grip for she thought that she may slip and when she slip I may dip
But that wasn’t the case, it was all insecurities, assumptions if you may
So on top she stay and endured every inch of my thickness
My wrath be her addiction, her addiction is pure sickness so says the modern day Christian
As she feels the true powers of my wrath
She stumbles as the thunder rumbles
She tries to hold on in a desperate attempt to keep up but she notices her ground below begins to crumble
She falls through and her body begins to tumble as she tumbles down a broken cliff her body starts to shake and Trimble and her words began to mumble a little then she scream out “Oooohhhhhh” in falsetto as she falls down some metaphorical cliff
At the hands of my wrath, I be known as king of her jungle
Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth
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