Retaliation for romance isn't my road of redemption

You rang under my red roof so that I felt a ray of resurrection

Raw as a rope was your random retarded rude roar

Radiation used to be your reanimation that only soar

Your reality occurred to be my realm instead of my raised roots, I ran for a read choice

Please rush to your rats that rattle in your ramshackle Rolls Royce

Your rape is too raw to reassure my routine of romance

Who roams my life's rotation is a child of reminiscence

Rottweiler in the rain is rewarded for your reassurance