I'm smoking all the trees
For I need no stress
I want clear streets
I'm done with her deceits

I will continue to grow
Permit the rivers to flow
To my flora; as I bestow
You with a gift and bow

All my effort to sin
Nevertheless, the seed
That I plant may weed
You up so high the heel

Of a bitch swinging her axe
Trying to be sassy but I've read her acts
I will cause her tail to detracts
I will allow her to distracts

She's a much needed attention
I thank God for His intervention
For this prison is no longer a detention
But a new testament, our ascension

I'm definitely aiming at her fruit
I hope it will be that sharp, acute
Like; in the garden of Beirut
She says I'm brutal yet I'm just a brute

Because there ain't no leaves
To conceal herself; she's my Eve's
I feel her absence hence I grieves
I will continue to greets

All my neighbouring fauna
I want to clean up in a sauna
But my Finnish is so bad, screw amnesia
I've forgotten that I have abasia

Maybe I will do the crawl
I meant the Lucifer walk
Heading to the warlock
For this Eden is so gawk

Where is Adam when
You need him most
He ain't no-where
For he never existed!
© Malunga G