The Realm (Poem)

I’m sick of women who act like they God’s gift to humanity
Just because they wear some clothes
And bless the world with their vanity

What the fuck realm are they living in?
The one that don’t tremble and ache?

You and I know that real don’t do fake
But they must not dwell on that plain

Everything they are
They do it for the dream

The image of perfection that was invented through a scheme
To dominate the world with silly wants and fallacies

Til the whole world is throned by mortal thoughts and mortal kings

As the way things are
And they way they’ll always be
Comes kreeping through the night like a thief in your sleep

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