poetry

Devastation’s Debut

Female_devil

Defaming, defeated devil, history’s repeated by the hands of your own shovel.
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.
A government retiree happy,
too be 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,
bleeding everyone of their smile’s.
When you shipped off your own kids long ago,
with smoke screens and smiles.
The 1st born’s, firstborn is your specific requirement,
while your black heart and soul, takeover their
entire environment.
Signing statements, thinking 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 their kids’ problems,
as you lie,
saying,
you’ve endured the same.
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,
as you prey like a thief in the night.
Weakening defenses, awaiting in darkness, premeditating fights.
As power of attorney, you stole from the old, putting them in home’s, after calling their house 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 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.
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, 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 the 1st borns , 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.Reblog of True Story
Thinker on the Loose ¤ True Story

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