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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