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Jan 2018
Oh, you don’t know who I am? Allow me to introduce myself-

I am a child of rage and bloodlust

Be careful, now, looking upon me in disgust

Wrinkled nose, lowered brow, narrowed eyes, a protruded tongue

I’ll bet you know my daddy-

His name is Tom

Trying to act all white bread and upper crust

Let’s see how distinguished you act when you feel my knife ******

I carry a straight razor riddled by very intentional rust

You’ll need stitches and a tetanus shot when I inject you with this  

Radioactive dust

While I am a child

the last thing that I am is meek and mild

Beneath this timid exterior

Lies something iniquitous, cruel, and superior

Deeply rooted and generational

Begetting, fructifying, spawning, and multiplying…..

This ain’t whatcha want baby,

And I ain’t lyin…




……He punishes the children for the sins of the parents to the third and fourth generation. ( Numbers 14:18)
#Bloolust #Rage
Kimberly
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Kimberly  42/F/Georgia
(42/F/Georgia)   
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