Red

Red. Could only satan beat you at your own game, G –

Or only me?

A rhyme to bless or blame me

I dont know, G

Red. I ask you

Whats your reason for living, G?

A career, a dozen girls and cars, and what then?

Playing this game of life, i saw you. I loved you.

Otherwise life’d been, just one long-lasting existential crisis in Self-love

Had God’s grace not intervened, and found you.

The most beautiful, rarest creature on earth

My gift. I found you.

Love made one decree for me, a sub wannabe

It be your decision.

Red. And the crossroad traffic we come to

Now i’ve beaten you

A rhyme to bless or blame me, G, is up to you