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STOP THE HURRICANE

by @Maples

2011: Here and there, you called my name For this is what you christened me “Maple is a hurricane.” Here and there you called my name. Face to face, you’ll ascertain That this is not the truth, you’ll see I’m not a fucking hurricane For this is what you christened me. 2015: Hear, and where you called my name – Abyss is what you christened me. Oh, “Maple is a hurricane!” Said puppeteer’s overt reframe. Braced and faced, they’ll ascertain That this just YOUR truth – decreed You sought a FUCKING hurricane **Within YOURSELF; yet, christened ME.** HURRICANE MEDUSA, Bitches.
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Written by
Maples
Published
Feb 24, 2016
Time
2m
Notes

(You IDIOTS Can't STOP Your Hurricane

Ready or not, here I come).

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

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#hate#crimes#medusa#hurricane#eva#psychopath#rapist#petition#t-shirts#hate-crimes
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