The Funeral I got left behind and buried just like a crowd that leaves a funeral. That person has died and they’ve been placed in a casket.
At the funeral before and after so many mourn the loss of a loved one, they grieve, who cut our long life expectancy? In Genesis 6:3 it was the famous Adam & Eve.
Without one word being told, relationships can get cut and you’re left to freeze in the North Pole.
You’re not dead yet but people can leave you behind as if you are. Then you discover those true hidden colors of the heart. So many she’s, they’re controlled by the fears of so many he’s.
This class of men these women are married to, to the letter and to its purpose & destiny, these men mirror killer bees.
Kristie shot me and I died, she didn’t come to the funeral she created. I wasn’t a killer bee, she left me just like everyone leaves a funeral. I was a hard working honey bee. But I knew she was with a killer bee, that’s who started her earth-quaking fear, over this man who mirrored the killer bee.
How can you claim that you love someone? When that same person that you’re with has kept you locked up in a lions cage & he won’t let you be free?
She married him because she thought he was a lover, but later on in the relationship something very sore vexing and terrible to her soul she discovered.
Any time a woman marries a man and later on she becomes afraid and fearful of, that’s not love, he’s a slave driver! As long as you remain on his plantation you will never get to have your freedom.
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
Domestic Violence can lead to ones death. Ladies, it's your funeral.