To have loved, and to have lost, what a tragedy,

We were laying in bed, my wife asked me,

What would you do if I cheated on you,

I said, I pray to never find out,

She asked, what if you did,

I looked her in the eyes, and told her I would kill her,

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Then I kissed her, I said, its because I love you,

She left the room, she said she would sleep on the couch,

And I lay there, thinking of the army I would have to slay,

The moon pulled the ocean into its gravity,

She said, we are both wives to our lord,

She asked, how do you like to be fucked,

The ocean sighed, she said, its always the same,

Possession, a collar, a soul trap,

He can’t stand it, other men,

But if he was a cuck,

I wouldn’t love him the same,

The moon said, I wonder if he would allow it for me,

Another man, the ocean smiled,

He has to, he’s not god,

They both laughed and said,

But he likes to think so,

Then the universe breathed out,

Everything had happened,

It could finally die.