Friend From Hell
Where art thou gone?
That your beautiful face
I've seen in a while
My 'apoti' has grown beards
Waiting in my house front
For you to catwalk by.
My legs ache
Visiting your mother every morning,
If you have returned.
You friend from hell,
Where on earth is my friend?
Since she knew you,
I never got to see her again.
Still can't understand,
Why she chose you, pride.
But now, I see clearly
Her great fall!
Kudos to you pride,
You have completed your mission,
Now she's being fed on
Hold enough to be her father.
Don't come any close,
My friend's friend from hell.
I knew before you came.
How you have trampled on destinies,
And I've then since
Wore humility as my gown,
And contentment as my robe.
For I need no ugly-looking friend
Coming from the pit below.
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