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Custom Of Moon
Custom Of Moon
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She lifts her eyes
And felt the pain
The bloodshed war
Coming out from her veins
It’s a custom of moon
That’s what the people say
Stay away from the gods, or may
Get punished in the realms of dooms
Cleanse your dirty soul
If you complain your mouth’s foul
Red in bed
Cramps ahead
Don’t touch no one
Don’t say too much
It’s all your fault you disgust them all
Keep your soul in control
The pain inside all
At night she lays in the bed
With body curled but thoughts ahead
She wonders if the world
Will ever change?
And embark the beauty that comes
From the pain.
With that,
She closes her eyes
To sustain yet another day of pain!
Respect Period! Respect woman!
