I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
The whore was not only of Babylon
She has marked her territory everywhere that the land protrudes from the water
She has existed since time immemorial
A vicious, conniving centipede
Deadly poisons at the tips of her hundred pointed toes..
Like a sexually deviant breed of porcupine
Feeding off of paranoid thought patterns which end up inducing jealousy and malice that spills out all over her atmosphere
She hunts down the estrogen that has been traveling through jungles wherever it inhabits to settle down and to breed..
She preys upon the egos of the needy and the weak
Her specialty is men who are obviously too queer to convince anyone that they are real men
They are her Turkish Delight in her Fantasy Land of Narnia (the uncut version)...
Beings like myself are their branded victims from the moment of our births..
We are the children of the Night..
She finds it easiest to latch onto those who have a feminine way about their souls...
Until they learn, they do not have the slightest clue..
She goes unnoticed until she knows what she is doing
The Spirit of Jezebel runs rampant in this New World that really does not have any Order at all
She pollutes the air with the chaos that is her terminal bliss
She pisses all over you and all that you own and you don't even know that she's there ..
She wants to take away all your good mojo just as it starts finally flourishing..
Before anything has the chance to grow wings, much less its testicles ..
She is truly convinced that she is the Be All End All of fucking everything..that it was all put in HER world for HER benefit but nobody else's ..
Tormenting pirates and sailors into believing in apparitions that are now a piece of their past..
Sirens, enchanting men off of their high horses..leading them to their lairs so that they can take all their money then eat the flesh away from their bones...
Jezebel is in the primordial moans of pleasure waiting for her chance to turn everything around in favor of herself, who is the Only thing that She is capable of serving..
She has mastered her art so well that she can actually survive forever, as long as she is in cohoots with a hypocritical human being...
She especially hates me because I am always seeing her pull her wicked bullshit...
but I care so little, that I made a vow to compose this expose for all of you...
Your intuition about bitches is ALWAYS TRUE..so, don't keep fooling yourselves by believing that you suddenly have a wonderful new friend...
12/22/2018
- Author: LIGHT WARRIOR ( Offline)
- Published: December 23rd, 2018 01:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Hello. merry Christmas poets..I wanted to clarify here that I do not mean that we should not ever trust people or that making new friends is unwise..I mean really LOOK AT THE BITCHES who assume sudden fiendships with you..They are UP TO SOMETHING 99.99999% of the time..Friendships, ESPECIALLY AMONG WOMEN take a long time to formulate...and this Spirit I am talking about here is what makes friendships so rare to begin with....please read with an open. Mind, and enjoy..and LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS DAMMIT..IF U HAVE TIME TO READ IT, SAY SOMETHING PLEASE..I UNDERSTAND IF U DONT GET IT...THATS GOING TO HAPPEN WITH MY WORK, BUT DONT GET IT AND GO ON...unless ur in that much of a damned hurry..lol
- Category: Spiritual
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I thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Well done.
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