And the most ostentatiously excruciating thing is
watching and feeling the social justice executive director
give sex, love, affection, parental trust and social accommodation
to the gang style kill thrill murderer! And the false accuser of rape.
She's been warned and she does not care. She trusts the killer with
her children. It stomps them through a hundred and ten degree heat
in the summer down the boulevard. She gives the gang style thrill killer
who is now a cop/detective and a firefighter- proactively recruited by
the state for its transgenderism: she gives it sex, love, affection, parental
trust and social accommodation. Enfueling its deluded ego. Accomadating
its deluded identity. Encouraging its narcissistic lies and deceits.
Yes, the social justice executive is addicted to the power and thrill
of its kill. Any kind of power is power to her. Yes, the social justice
executive is ADDICTED to its TESTOSTERONE treatments and making
of God's creation, a street drug. Making of a pure and sincere nature
something another has to be coddled and 'therapied' into. It has been
excruciating. And I will never forgive them. It could have all been
avoided. And life could have been so fabulous and grand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem