It was love?

Now you say that it was love
that made you ruin your beloved
that made you so cruel that you
slandered her, ruined her beyond repair.

You call it love that made you destroy.
You call it desire that turned you in demon.
You left no stone unturned to ruin, shatter her
Yet you say that’s because you wanted her.

Listen my man, love is the nurturer,
the healer, the protector of beloved.
Her happiness is the thing he craves for
Her joy is the thing he is after.

The moment love turns to lust you go blind
Your lust becomes your only crave,desire.
You wont mind then going to any extreme
You wont mind destroying, burning her alive.

Go back

Go back undead go back to your crypt
go back in that dark place of rest
and resume your eternal sleep
she doesnot belongs to you or there.

You got tempted by her innocent youth
made a pact with her lusty kins
promising heaven in return of that youth
they failed to make her bow to you.

You returned from the door of heaven
unsatisfied still lusting for her
she was sleeping blissfully in her
lover’s arm, perfect picture of youth.

You stole her lover’s body but failed
to hide your shrivelled soul
soon your game was caught and
she backed away from you .

Don’t you realise the truth evil undead
your gnarled hands don’t look good
placed upon those lotus hands
nor does your dark soul beside the white.

Go back to sleep evil undead and pray
to God that he forgives your lust
and lets you enter in his domain
forgiven, cleansed and chastised.