Revelation 7:16 (The Whore)/(angel(ikah)

[the Draç]

"And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire,"

(Revelation 7:16).

Her soul on a stake.

It's black like Popeye's, it's fake.

In which we take.

Let's just call it fate.

She at the front gate.

She about to be judged.

Her friends on fire, they burn with "love".

The heart that bleeds blood.

We drank of it, chug.

To to dome, the slug.

Activated from up above.

She lay like rug.

Ashes like smoke, the bud.

And she think she's in "love".

A genie in a bottle, no rub.