Desperately looking to steal children souls, usually someone elses child is your ultimate goal.
Thrice you tried, twice you succeeded, despite your deceptive practices, being completed.
Retiree whose happy, to remain in court all day long.
With lies, misery and despicable wrongs.
You fool many, showing all your teeth, fabricating, using other’s to accommodate your needs.
Money hunger serpent, wearing everyone down with superficial miles .
When you shipped off your own children, long ago, with smoke screens and smiles.
The 1st born’s, firstborn is your specific requirement,
as your black heart and soul takeover their entire environment.
Signing statements, swearing no one, can outsmart you.
Taking guardianship, brainwashing, and lying in plain view.
Hiding people’s kids, feeding CPA,
fake empathy toward their story’s regarding a drugged fate, as you lie to gain trust, saying you can relate.
Always stealing credit from someone else’s lay,
stole your own Grandson, now your great granddaughter pays?
Desperate entity, joy-stealing empty pool.
Closed eyes pray, but are certainly on to you.
Your times coming,
preying like a thief in the night.
Weakening defenses, awaiting in darkness, premeditating fights.
As power of attorney, you stole from the old, putting you name on their home, calling it your own.
Bet she wished, she’d listened, before she died, ignored all my warnings, thinking she knew you inside.
You didn’t even pretend to mourn hee, you’re so vindictively hateful,
giving yourself importance, and being awfully ungrateful.
I won’t even get on, my own Grammy and Baby bro too, considering their insurance policies, was what stayed in your view.
Old miserable witch, always remodeling your Hell’s Kitchen,
staying under the radar,
of Government’s interest and conviction.
Devastated defaming, defeated devil, history’s repeated often by your own contemptuous shovel.
Your block has 3 houses, living disheveled, most read you wrong cause you’re simply pure evil.
When the time comes, you are definitely going to burn, yet in this lifetime, you’ll nevertheless, get what you earn.
As for other people you’ve used, talked, reckless about,
refused an explanation, of your disgusting clout.
I’ll chase no one, soon they’ll come to me, even my 1st born, shall finally see.
You’re a Scum of the earth, a demon, destroyer of Destiny’s, a dishonest, treacherous, disrespectful being.
Take a picture of the lake of fire, because, you’ll definitely be seeing it.
Poetry By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore
I feel like a Motherless Child~
Copyright (c) 2016 Reserved purposes by Tamara Moore and select audience.
Thinker on the Loose ¤ True Story