Raken Marimuthu Biography

For my husband my feelings were a riddle
Just a machine for his unpredictable sexual puzzle
Whenever he wanted sex I must on my switch
When not needed, I must learn to off the glitch
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I bought a young angel with all my gold
A Cleopatra of the bold brothels' fold
Priding in her royal flesh trade profession
Transparent as to who she is in confession
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Listen to me! Hey some of you, the bloody hypocrites who betray
Burn your wisdom books, for you don’t deserve their possessions
Your desires, thoughts, words and actions are in freezing disarray
You’re awful animals disguised with no conscience for confessions
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Man, the image of God is begging in the street
For a morsel of food to fill the flame of his hunger
And prolong the process of begging forever and ever
Taking begging a serious professional job like others
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The chameleon is thousands times better than the men
For it shows its true color to the world as who it is
For it changes its color to camouflage itself from predators
But beware of the human pretenders who are like chameleon
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