STONE

Your lines of words flail like snakes, as if I was staring into the seductive allure of Medusa.
A stoic seduction you give with intent by a false sense as my savior.  
A continual algorithm to femicide is the finality of your own deception.    
How many times have you woven a self crafted game designed to fulfill your own needs and claim yourself as my ruler?  
I seek the pillars of life to crush your crown; graven in stone your faded reflection to be jaded within the norm of what is written in your own helm of invisibility.  
I have spread my legs long enough to the fulfilment of another's conclusion.  
A Rosetta stone in plain sight of the predictability of my words.  
If fornication is your only attribute to lay within the divine; craft yourself another game as I recuse myself from play.