Blindsided by love, the heart beats slow.

Prophesying the future, what's seen in slowmo.

Temporal material, his sold is fine as gold.

Having to hold on to it, before it gets out of control.

On the low, the flow, the blind one rips.

Red blood in the vein, unlike blue, like crip.

I lied, just then, I'm of a real status.

A real assassin, like knight, her first name Gladys.

Rising to the occassion, our rights, on demand.

Wishing for love, unlike kicking the can.

To can, is to love, our hearts then flutter.

The woman feels nervous, as she begins to stutter.

No worry, it's right, the woman begins to see.

Sweet as honey, like a Queen Nectar Bee.

To flee, is to flee, the enemies are then dead.

Closing the casket, on top is the lid.