Angled Eyelets

 Angled Eyelets tap your toes toward your perceived foes. Throw a dart into the heart of a dastardly devious female of coveting nature. She curls her lips and folds her arms sneaking her evil desires past you.. flaunting your demise with her demon actions she orchestrated to kill you. To end your body and send you to God. She is jealous, shes envious, she cannot have or copy or even come close to your lifesource so she plans your death convincing all around you are the demons spawn and she is the living mama bear with only an angels intent.

Do not clean in her domain, do not cook, do not buy her things, and do not grab the attention of her cubs because to her you are an opponent to be vanquished because her blood does not run through your body. No Your blood is mingled with her papa bear she has captured and tamed and another mama bear she wants him to forget and you are a reminder of the other mama bear. So, dead are you in the new family. You are slime, mud, and a colloidal mass that she would kill even if you held the key to the truth. She wants no part of you and she wants no part of the truth. She will bite a sewer before she let's you carry on or get a lift from one her claws. She has eyes of fire that turn you to a wisp and smoke puff just by looking at you.

It's cruel and unusual punishment to be treated like such a thing but that's life for you wherever you go. You belong to Noone and Noone wants to belong to you, blood or no blood running through their DNA as a match to yours.

Everyone wants to gas you up and light you up. You have no friends and your lover left you long ago. You are Medusa. Everyone thinks if they even consider you they will turn to stone so as the laws of physics go..I think it so it becomes. I am the Evil one apparently. I suck the blood and stoke the evil desires of those around me. No good seems to be coming from my garden. Will I be clipped tomorrow by papa bear and friends with cohorts and will I go to yonder over the sunshine and clouds into the arms of Jesus. 

Only God knows


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