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BATALLA DE ARTILLERÍA   The day had reached The

BATALLA DE ARTILLERÍA   The day had reached The preacher preached then pronounced them Man and Wife. They danced for a while and dined with wine And no sooner had the fire works been lit Than the shots were fired The feds made a truce No retreat no surrender. Pride went sooner before they'd fall The neighbourhood was hit With the rapid exchange of fire it was a Battle of artillery.. Everyone scattered for safety you move you die You fringe you cry What was once our bride was now a corpse bride The groom held her in disbelief as blood oozed from her bossom He couldn't help but stare at the person he'd ever cared for most His cream white suit stained with blood, now turned to be like don' Cherri's Ninety minutes of pleasure shattered around for a second by a finger on the trigger If only her brother's cartels would surrender Then Camilla would see her self out of the wedding gown. To love and to hold.. Till death do us apart It didn't seem so soon but it was sure as the sun sets in the west What was once a happy day at the west neighborhood Turned to be a grave yard THE GHOST WHIFE!! Benayaih Wanjala To love and to hold till death do us part😪😫#alone #onlinepoetry #wanjosentertainment #Death #wedding Mwangi Kirungoh
BATALLA DE ARTILLERÍA   The day had reached The preacher preached then pronounced them Man and Wife. They danced for a while and dined with wine And no sooner had the fire works been lit Than the shots were fired The feds made a truce No retreat no surrender. Pride went sooner before they'd fall The neighbourhood was hit With the rapid exchange of fire it was a Battle of artillery.. Everyone scattered for safety you move you die You fringe you cry What was once our bride was now a corpse bride The groom held her in disbelief as blood oozed from her bossom He couldn't help but stare at the person he'd ever cared for most His cream white suit stained with blood, now turned to be like don' Cherri's Ninety minutes of pleasure shattered around for a second by a finger on the trigger If only her brother's cartels would surrender Then Camilla would see her self out of the wedding gown. To love and to hold.. Till death do us apart It didn't seem so soon but it was sure as the sun sets in the west What was once a happy day at the west neighborhood Turned to be a grave yard THE GHOST WHIFE!! Benayaih Wanjala To love and to hold till death do us part😪😫#alone #onlinepoetry #wanjosentertainment #Death #wedding Mwangi Kirungoh
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