“How much do you love me?”
He would ask of his bride, you see,
“Like sterling sliver”
She said, dipping in devil’s river,

“How much do you love me?”
He would ask of his bride, you see,
“Like the jade on Queen’s crown.”
And her legs drowned down,

“How much do you love me?”
He would ask of his bride, you see.
“Like the taste of fine wine.”
And sold her soul and devils contact she did sign,

“How much do you love me?”
He asked of his wife, you see.
And she smiled, as her waist turned wet,
And she said, “Don’t fret.”

“How much do you love me?”
He asked of his wife, you see,
And her fingers breasts be seen through satin,
But her words were were indistinguishable, like Latin,

“How much do you love me?”
He asked of his wife, you see,
But nothing did she say as she turned,
And his stomach slowly churned,

“How much do you love me?”
He asked of his wife, you see,
Watching as the water flooded to her chin,
She simply turned to the other man, and so she shall sin,

And on his dying day, to heaven he fades,
A place where darkness exists not for never were there shades,
And with a smile and her Latin words,
Down devils waters she descends, deems the Lords,

And she Drowns

Don't ask. *Sigh*

WOW! :shock: That sounds like something one of my friends would write. But you elaborate much more then they ever would. Its good keep it up!