Bad Angel—a Sonnet Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

You came when I was got in trouble like an angel
But I do realize that I am just bait for achieve your success
It is being different now it turns out you are a predator ready to eat me at any time by crushing the body into small pieces likes aero gel
My body is currently fat and I don't realize that I have always been fed by you and will become a meaningful meal for you with various processes

Usually the devil is male although the appearance of his female partner and it is you who are also very fierce
You are a woman who is fierce but your beautiful face seems to leave everything behind
Right now I can't do much because the flogging and the shackles you gave me can't pierce
The shackles were so strong and so hard to let go with my two hands and it is foreground

I have tried various ways but it seems in vain
The embodiment of the beauty of the colour of the face and all that you show as if I were dazzled and just do what you want
Unsuccessful efforts are like a river that has long dried up like a season without rain
I admit I lost this time, later I will repay your behaviour with counterpoint

I'm ready to repay all your kindness with the best right moment while still smiling
The despair and disappointment that you have done will obviously be rewarded with love, affection and a tight hug like a horse that is willing to be ridden sincerely, happily and still not remaining