Sunday, August 15, 2010

My Name is AIDS

"My Name is AIDS."

My name is AIDS and I'm a child of shatan
I'm a creation of his and my purpose is to destroy you.
I come in all sizes, shapes and colors and I come
in the body type that you want to sleep with too.
I'm here to deceive you and catch you off guard
especially you who are out here creeping.
You know you so-called married ones who are
more whorish than the single who are out here sleeping.
My name is AIDS and you can't identify me from
just looking I could be the one you have your eyes on.
The one you're flirting with now but one hit of me
and pretty soon you too will be gone.
I'm here to kill you, steal your life away and to
destroy you totally.
I'm here for you to feed your flesh so rebel against
the Word of Yah and come listen to me.
My name is AIDS and I'm walking around in many
who are so attractive the sweet and the fine.
The ones who are at the Clubs in the Streets the
ones in the Church they all are mine.
Just like many of you they went back to the well
one time too many and they finally got it right.
They went to bed with one of mine thinking they
were in for some sheering sex and delight.
But they received more than they thought they
did but the Doctor told much later the good News.
You see my name is AIDS and when you play with
me I always win but you're bound to lose.
My name is AIDS I would suggest you listen to the
stories of those who were destroyed because they did not.
You see your flesh is controlled by a spirit and it's shatan
and if you're whoring you he's already got.
Continue to roll the dice I know you better than you know
yourself I have someone that you won't turn down.
Then you can join the countless others who have dealt
with me who are six feet underground.
My name is AIDS and I'm tall dark and handsome and I'm
curvy stacked with the big legs and fine for real.
Whatever your desire is I'm that but I have one purpose
from shatan and is for your Dumb ass to kill.

Shalom
shelly david wright, poet
healingheartspoetry@yahoo.com

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