DEVASTATING SPOILS 'DOURM'

She told me how shallow my life could be cause I wouldn't dig deep
Like the miner on King Solomon's land
I had to taste the drop of his virgin head
Where neither evil or hate has pivoted good souls
And that's a bad metaphor for hurried words
She dipped my soul in the mortar of her restitution
Wandering in perils my heinous act of courtesy
Where in the paint job will jaws salivate
And tender stern serenity in the valleys that well
Click, click, click the birds nest flaps
Flap, Flap, Flap the trees leaves shakes
When rivers flow to her rhythmic noise
And mountains growl to the laughing stake
She enters the sleep of goddess and charmless
Suites to indict the comfort of weary palms
Sweat skins paused to odd locks in dreads
And rains carry her charade of knowledge
I am then left with a glowing horn and a minus calm
Angers in expression, sworn to head home
Redemption may just have lost the verbal tone
As I am now building ruins out of ashes.