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The Devils Visitation

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The Devils Visitation

I gave you the benefit of the doubt ,I ran to your every shout,I even tolerated your strikes and insults day in day out, I believed your every lie, that came out of your mouth,and acted as if it was truth,letting my anger die out, but now its time to take the trash out. I allowed you to contaminate my blood and flow through my veins,call me hubris names,I allowed you to drive me insane,to deceive me again and again with out deceived me but believe me,I knew it all along, I was just trying to hold on strong. Like a solder with the last bullet ,I just didn't know when to pull it,when to pull the trigger,I guess I had to, the day you called me a nigger. Yes you seem to sincerely hold and kiss me,but yet you was with another man, when you called to say you missed me,who knew how deceptive bliss could be,like skeletons bellow the beauteous and glistening sea.I couldn't see because of your sun shine, your well planed deception and the profession of love, which now to me is mystery now theirs no need to worry, your history, like slavery and legal segregation, because to you I was never your better half. I was just another momentary stimulation ,alleviation ,awaiting termination, like a used rag after skins dirty visitation ,but fooled to keep visiting,thinking it was just my toleration, the intensification of this situation is far beyond ratification,  you are an abomination,instead of dealing with this this, I should have stuck to poems and masturbation, this is no speculation, exaggeration dramatization, or erroneous accusation.Your lies and motives are nasty, how could I let your  funk of a skunk pass my nostrils evaluation?Your unveiled deception brought me to a factual realization,it was to work on my punctuation I should have dropped five million six hundred and eighty five periods to end this death sentence  for good....

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  1. Date: 6/13/2012 8:35:00 PM
    YOU ARE THE MAN!!!!!!!! But I know you can step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air that will always be there if you want it... Luv ya ---I mean it

  1. Date: 6/13/2012 3:05:00 PM
    lovely words heartfelt. I can feel the pain in these words!

  1. Date: 6/13/2012 9:28:00 AM
    yo, yo elliott... a shattering expo of raging images... a knock-out!..:) huggs!

  1. Date: 6/13/2012 8:08:00 AM
    euhhh. quite interesting and shuddering, elliot! thanks for sharing! =juli-Michelle=

  1. Date: 6/13/2012 6:58:00 AM
    "I love this write of yours Elliot, so serious n' genuine through your pen. Carma"

  1. Date: 6/13/2012 2:50:00 AM
    EXTREMELY full of passion. I could feel the relief at the end when you said, "I should have dropped five million six hundred and eighty five periods to end this death sentence for good".... Sounds quite serious! Poetry and masturbation are so sincere and true to us so it's understandable that you feel that way. What a great poetic detox, Elliott <3