x-ray 

you’re and you is wrong she

the two of you will not last 

you are now entering his past

the two of you were never true

this he is blue times two

not with you

you are the key

that shows this he

being with you

creates the space of feeling the blues

as the wrong she and wrong hue 

legal wedding rings 

never removed this he’s stings

you are the key

to show this he’s

see of: slim, grim, trim, and dim 

in this isolated land

of you two as wrong hues quicksand 

there’s no Holy in your matrimony 

you and this he are not three

you showed this he 

you are the black tar

that brings hisses & disses

with your poisonous kisses 

and will never be the path

to correct math or

to this he’s godly destiny 

he loves her and always will

you are the wrong she 

that became a legal cheap thrill

you are the reason

God gave this he Gills 

in this painful drowning season

you were the key to see

this he needs to be set free

you were made 

legal cheap lemonade 

you are faded lust 

walking in a talking 

worldly matrimonial rust 

your actions are not satisfactions

your presence is an x-ray decay 

your current title 

is an odored pretentious sundial 

this he sees as a vile, hostile

and a waste in taste 

of this delay, disobey, and dismayed 

matrimonial no holy 

costly ceremonial aisle 

only God can make man 

stand in a land of three strands 

ashes to ashes 

dust to dust 

lust even legalized 

is rust that God 

will never canonized 

worldly lust will always combust 

even if the titles reach 

mr. & mrs., will still be a leach 

even if false prophets preach 

God will always have the final say

even after a worldly matrimonial disobey

you’re and you is wrong she

the two of you will not last 

you are now entering his past

the two of you were never true

this he is blue times two

not with you

you are the key

that shows this he

being with you

creates the space of feeling the blues

you jump from man to man

you’re an x-ray poisoner 

you’re a voyager snake 

that men before this he

saw you were a great stake 

of a cost that was not 

worth the hurt or loss 

you’re a pain with no gain

you’re a loaded crane 

deadly and weigh in vain

your two thousand fifteen zap

was this he’s drowning trap

with drunkenness wine

causing this he to rewind time

in a decay of yesterday 

where you as wrong she 

positioned your condition 

from temporary to no holy matrimony 

your two thousand fifteen x-ray key

was hard for this he to see

you always needed to flee

the sixth month on the twenty-third day

was the entry to this he’s decay

starring you as mrs. wrong she 

to worldly victory

that ugly backwards hat:

began a stand in quicksand 

began a delay in a toxic, chaotic, robotic decay

began a walk to talk of replaying yesterday 

God sent this he life lines 

this he was distracted 

by your decaying x-ray signs

exotic scales made this he fail

flat on this he’s face

choosing you is a lose & disgrace 

the wrong way will never be okay

just pale, blind, and rewinded in time

of the twenty fifteen hype reenacted 

in this he’s mind 

you’re and you is wrong she

the two of you will not last 

you are now entering his past

the two of you were never true

this he is blue times two

not with you

you are the key

that shows this he

being with you

creates the space of feeling the blues

your eyes were the sage wage

drunken mesmerize to gauge 

how to put this he in that

ugly backwards caged hat [permanately] 

hook, line, and sinker

this he became an entrapped drinker 

this he became an isolated over-thinker 

this he became your wicked winker

because your leverage 

was the drunkenness beverage 

that fed this he’s pride 

that fed this he’s lies 

that fed what this he hides well inside 

you are the wrong she that thought

your wicked ways, and decays 

will never be caught 

you feed the wrong seeds

that grew as weeds 

this he bleeds to no longer 

be stronger in flesh god facade

you are the key 

that sets this he free 

from the decay, 

disobey, 

and dismay  

of x-ray sexology 

this he barked at the help

you marked at this he’s 

vulnerability to isolate 

this he’s accountability 

to be the maggot of stagnant 

to play-up the shake-up 

of being toxicity in lying hypocrisy 

in this he’s stark whelp

you’re and you is wrong she

the two of you will not last 

you are now entering his past

the two of you were never true

this he is blue times two

not with you

you are the key

that shows this he

being with you

creates the space of feeling the blues

this he needs to be security 

this he needs to protect his purity 

this he needs to feel safe

all you are is strife 

not this he’s wife 

instead you’re the lead

that fed dead as

best last first bite 

you’re the x-ray decay 

that disobeys and rewinds time

during this he’s poor distorted waif 

in this he’s delicate mind

by using and abusing wine 

you’re the decay of yesterday

you’re the sorrow of no tomorrow 

you’re the woman that allowed

the wrong bow and enforced 

the course of hallow swallows

the cow was free 

he still sees you’re cheap

those legal rings will always represent stings 

not a faithful leap

you’re mrs. creep 

you’re two strands 

will always be 

this he’s quicksand 

you’re the cage 

that waged this he’s rage 

you’re the wrong she

God sees as a serpent lure

to be cured godly & orderly

from this he’s wilderness 

where you are this he’s hinderance 

from this he’s deliverance 

called surrender 

you’re the reel

that positioned the condition 

of self-cultivated certain but temporary 

will always be secondary to God 

your false place in this he’s space

was your gauge to prophase 

as the wrong she cloned drone 

you as this he’s confetti 

is not replacing the space

of this he’s empty 

the path to correct math 

will always be he + He + her

that’s godly destiny not temporary 

that’s godly legendary 

to edifying His matrimonial ministry 

marriage is His ministry of three strands

marriage is His Kingdom Band

God will always be strand three 

he + He + her 

will always be His Stir 

you’re just the wrong she

of this month twenty ruse

this he will choose to lose

the fuse of your refuse 

you pause His cause

you’re worldly coldly 

you’re the wrong choice 

that blocked His voice

in that ugly backwards hat

this he will see and be set free

finally, and steady 

when this he’s ready 

to let go and grow 

from sexology to His Destiny

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