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Hear the Truth!


such a cruel rude jerk

and more so a sociopathic murderous yob

who’s main wish is pure and selfish hedonism

and i don’t blame it on his past

for he should have grown up by now.

 

he grabbed the small boy by the hair

and dragged him to his room

where he was thrown every-so violently

on the floor by that cruel man.

 

he beat the small girl with a stick

till her skin was red as a pepper

for following the simple laws of physics

and the undiscriminate demands of gravity

because he wants to take his anger out.

 

he took it out on the small boy and small girl

and made the even smaller girl watch the utter

Torture

take place.

 

his lies pierced

like the tongue of satan.

 

therefore:

no one listened to the pleas of the innocent

who were then left to suffer without help.

 

manipulative two-tongued male villain

who snuck his way into that poor woman’s life

that woman who bore them unto this world

and this life

though started as a way for the man to control her

the fruits of her fertility became her devoted allies.

the children had their mother.

 

get that man out of my head!

people! people! won’t you believe me?!

that man is an abusive liar!

he forced himself upon the poor unloved woman

physically and through his satanic manipulation craft

testing her fertility

only to have his form of control backfire.

 

mother! mother! why don’t those delinquent snob members

of society

believe you?

they distrust you because you were born

without being male?

you are woman, but they fail to see you’re made in

God’s Image.

their god is a man who forces itself everywhere.

 

the world hates you, mother!

flee for your life!

they are after you with pitchforks and hoes

and are starting riots just because you cannot say a lie.

 

they love it when a man beats other life forms

they love it when a man creates his dominion

they love it when a man scoffs at all ideas but his own

they love it when a man fits the mold.

 

they love abusive men.

they don’t love men with hearts

nor men with brains

therefore:

they hate my mother who loves heartfilled brained men.

 

let me make

the world

the society

the people

the cruel wretches

angry at me!

i know i do my job in the world when

folks hate what i say because it’s

 

Truth.

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