My main man Osirus was a skinny dude, but died violent.
But my mans was a giant who stood in the hood as a titan.
My man had the badest chick checking his status.
Females used to regail tales of cut throat tactics to grab his attention.
So in a sense his status landed him his queen.
Take it from me she's not a dyme she's the diamond.
so.......
My homeboy first seen her in his dream,
when he approached & ask'd her name her head leaned,
she blinked & said Isis. truely a gift
For when he awoke Isis was lying by him,
holding him the tightest.
Fast asleep but smiled the brightest.
Sparkles all around her and shining.
So fine she just made people smile.
She spoke music notes- Language of the birds
Cheesing for no reason till cheeks cherry.
My man says to me that she a virgin & they getting married.
I was like, Wow !
But the whole time he had a half brother that was hating his style.
But really they rarely talked cuz he been hating a while.
About to meet up with His brother- " Get at me at the palace in a while!"
As he turned away -no words to say
I only heard His garments "flap"
So.....
Osirus goes to pick up some robes
From wich his mutha%#&@$!'n brother probably stole.
Got there like, "come on, they in the back"
Probably told him something to distract.
And while he busy he got smote from the back. & after that.
elder Brother cut the younger up into pieces
And ordered his hethens to toss the bags.
Later, Dis HATER in his arrogance, bloodlust and sexualy stimulated self-absorbed temerity.
Exposed this deed to Isis...
Crushing her world w/ the hurt of treasonous news.
Only to say at the end ..MARRY ME OR DIE, CHOOSE.
I was in the palace relaxing, and just happend to overhear this bastard.
-Moving to engage.
-Legs kick faster.
Burst into the throneroom soon as she was gonna answer.
To have-at that ni**a like, T-cells to cancer.
Through dude in a Iorn Claw / Feind
And before his sword arm could reer back.
Ten more armed guards came to react.
As they wisked him away - no words to say
I only heard their garments "flap".
Still poised in her pose.
Isis rose, Eyes shown-glass blown, Rosetta Stones.
Consider these His words and go...
"You bring my husband BACK home."
She spoke music notes, Like Osirus told
Yet i understood Good enough to qoute.
So..I play my part to bring my main mans' body back in parts.
Pretending I'm on a mission from God.
It was hard, -Hartbroken plus mentally charged.
My man used to be da GOD
Now my guy is worthless.
Traveling back I pass doctors huts and nurses.
I pass the Alchemist & Churches.
I pass the Dead House & a wagon herst
On the side mumifiers' scribed a Book of Life verse.
Back at the palace, to deliver this horrid package.
Baggage of canvas.
My Highness is now glowin' with righteous Brightness.
I enter the For'er.Gracefully set each bag on the floor.
Had I quickly stealed away, seeking the corridor.
Never would've heard Isis's song.
and only catching the word "RA"
Never seeing the wightest light like the morning star.
Canvas satchels heaving as if breathing.
Then, burst open relieving.
What manner of special effects? What omnipitent priotecs!
Isis smiling, singing swirls of vermelion brightness.
Then the silhouette of my man's likeness.
-form, from bags float up....I'm like, "What the %#&@$!.. ?"
Like watching Voltron form up, from water out the cup.
Arm, leg, leg, Arm with Isis tangled up.
Brightness.. Wind... electricity,
then Isis consumed by her love
Chanting a doves song for romantics.
She is envoking a spiritual tantrum.
In the final seconds this event lasts.
The wind rips with a blast. And Osirus stands..!
Skinny yet swolen, Holds a sleeping Isis in his hands.
Her glow flounders as her sparkles and glitter disband.
face is strained and drianed from the trance.
She just wants to relax in his chest and absorb his grasp.
Her stomach now fat from the seed in her abb's
-Me in disbelief like, "THATS MY MANZ"
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