To burn matches.
Kills doves to invoke
Desire. She's an overused
UNO reverse.
She's obsession on
Steroids... Bukowski minus
The beers and whores.
But the dick still intact.
She's prayers yapped
Backwards.
Satan seeks her mercy
To doze off at night.
Jinnxed blood and
Marrow. Crows mourn in
Her shadow- she's doused
Hope of tomorrow.
Every soothsayer's refuge
Before they went terribly
Wrong. She is till today
Shukracharya's daily riaz.
Tamraj Kilwish once said
"Aditi Kayam Rahe" to
The dark and the mangal
In Lord Shani's horoscope
Got misaligned.
So this is a wake-up call.
There's a new force in town,
God/Demon as pronouns.
Pray or cuss- it's your choice.
But be careful while you
Open your mouth-
Stupid is allowed but not
Boring. Roar/ cry but
No pretense.
Smut or dirt-
You'll be killed if you'd
Be cliche or cringe.