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Follow Love 4 She Escaped First

Follow Love 4 She Escaped First

Love watched jealousy shake hate’s hand, Satan mother is pregnant again, God sent his angels down to warn man of her child’s new name, emotions attracted to this pain, souls being slain, only the flesh complains, God’s finger prints are our own individual brains, unique -n- different, no two alike when printed, so be the self you were meant to be, your conscience stays whispering, tryna keep you from falling victim, from these evils that be tempting, your souls inscripted with scriptures from different men, about the lives of other men written, designed into Religion, Jews, Muslims -n- Christians, sacred belief systems, pretty much the same with a pinch of a minute difference, history repeats its lies, while the truth stays mystical, the Universe was stolen by Satan’s father -n- placed in his wife’s purse, so as far as our eyes can see, we’re cursed, life or death, which is worst, love escaped her purse -n- watched jealousy shake hate’s hand, in result lust -n- envy woke up in the hearts of man, giving birth to a new man, Adam, a man, him and Eve wasn’t married, so she wasn’t his wife, they both disobeyed God, now we all live this cursed Life, Life or Death, what’s worst, for we’re all tryna escape Satan’s father, wife’s purse, but first we must leave Earth, love feels good, but what is she really worth, yeah I know the truth hurts.

In my opinion, Life’s worst

For death is the only way to

Leave this Earth -n- escape her purse

If all Love is going to do is watch

What is she worth, follow

Love for she escaped first

We ain’t worth sh*t here on

Earth in her purse

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