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I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.
Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.
Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.
Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.
Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.
Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.
Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.
We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.
Maybe she’ll forgive
Destroyed an amazing love a bad behavior, and unacceptable
It was mine, oh my demonic side, why did you create this style?
This negative reaction on the train at that time was my evilest side!
I have also a good part, my whole personality, but selfish that part
Only the second, he protects again love. This is a very bad suffering
Sometimes he drives me, oh my dark back of life. Accept my love!
I am sorry dear, I know you read these lines, understand my mind
Thinking about you always and all the time a bad alcoholic guy
He is a drinker because you trampled his lonely and suffering life
He can not forget you. Only you. Just you. Your face, eyes, and smile
Please, bring me back the time, platform one to four in Watford station
Please give me back my life to save our love, for our endless journey
On the train
Carriage one
The love car
Our coffin’s love
WITH CONCERNS THAT ONLY BENIFETS HER THOUGHTS AND VEIWS OF WHO SHE Wishes TO MARRY
SHE IGNORED THE NEEDS OF HER LOVER TO CONSULT WITH HIM WHO SHE HAD MADE SECRET AND UNKNOWN TO HER HUSBAND
SHE LACKED THE CONCERN OF A LOVING WIFE
AND LACKED THE CONCERN OF A PERSON WHO BELEIVED IN CAUSE AND EFFECT
HER VENGENCE WAS SEAMED IN THE MELMS OF THE CLOTHES SHE WORE
THEN AND THAT WHICH WOULD MAKE HIM FURIUOS HE KNEW NOTHING OF.
MIGHT HE WHO IS UNKNOWN REMAIN UNKNOW
UNTIL MY WORDS SHALL MAKE MY HUSBAND BEG ME ON HIS KNEES AS IGNORANT, THAT THIS SECRET MIGHT DESTROY HIM.
THOSE THAT WHO RESPECT HIM SHALL DESPISE HIM, THOSE WHO ADORE HIM SHALL MAKE HIM UNWANTED AND MIGHT THEY BRAG OF HIS DESTRUCTION
MIGHT THOSE WAYS I HAVE TREATED HIM, MAKE SCRIPT FOR HIS FUTURE AND HOW OTHER MIGHT TREAT AND VEIW HIM
THAT I AM WOAMN AND MY BODY HAS BEEN LOVED BY OTHERS
I SHALL BE VEIWED AS WORST OF EVILEST
Probably with the most evilest of laughs!
89,000 gold nuclei per second.
Sounds medieval:knowledge and enquiry
based on ancient findings. Findings learned from
Latin and Greek Natural Scientist.
Medieval scientific knowledge and enquiry
precious metal gold was a dream of
medieval alchemists.
Instead of focusing on fixing individual parts,
systemic thinking looks at how everything
in a system is connected.
Have the Mad Scientist of our past made a comeback
through channeling into the souls of these men?
Are they wicked for achieving what Madmen
had tried to achieve for centuries?
Soliste in the power of invention.
Colliding beams of lead
short-lived gold ions.
refine particle-accelerator residue
lead is a very difficult element to make
lose protons and for it to lose 3 of them
to change it into gold requires huge
amounts of energy
These Men are either wise or Mad!
hematite, a iron oxide mineral
found on Mars might have inspired this Madness!
Their are no confirmed evidence of gold on Mars
surface
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Romantic Meal
12 fried zucchini fries
12 eggplant fries
2 cups of brown ground pork
2 cups grated mozzarella
3 cups of tomato's sauce
sauteed onions and garlic
1/4 parmesan cheese
sauteed green bell peppers
sauteed mushrooms
pizza dough
deep dish casserole pan
1 teaspoon of anchovie fillets
1/2 chopped ham
1-2 cups of béchamel sauce
in dish layer dough.
add béchamel sauce top with ham
fried veggies and sauteed veggies
(add fresh basil & Oregano
leaves)
or sprinkle dried basil and oregano
add pareseam
top with tomato sauce mixed with
pork
top with mozzarella and bake
until golden brown serve with
a sald french fries and beer
;
I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest
affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with tragicomic,
woe how animosity toward me increased
smoldering rage at actual/
perceived paternal transgressions,
and do not expect to receive forgiveness
within your wounded breast,
but please allow this opportunity
to suspend any smarting rancorous
loathing, and bitterest
emotions that still sting from deep
seated psychological wounds
indelibly piercing chest
within eldest daughter,
whose unconditional boundless love
spurs whim to express
optimism at Edenic future blest
with praiseworthy largesse of commendable
laudatory, and noteworthy brainiest
accomplishments driven by ambition,
doggedness, perseverance, cleverest
ploy, plus revulsion emotionally costliest
psyche rent asunder courtesy yours truly,
he will not challenge, nor counterprotest
thee, asper his (i.e. mine) crassest
peccadillos, and significant damnedest
accursed personal weaknesses thee detest,
and unintentionally unpleasantly
impacted impressionable offspring, I dust
regret, and thus
figurative figleaf extended
without any expectations, though earnest
sincerity to accept culpability, asper
your anger, animosity, antipathy
maybe ranked as evilest
person on Earth, nonetheless,
and perhaps futile attempt feeblest
against affecting, sans fondest
best wishes despite scathing foulest
faux pas, I abhor lament ghastliest
inflicted upon an innocent progeny,
whose truevalue impossible grandest
to assess preciousness bestowed,
and wisdom proffered as biological guest,
now on her way to glory with handsomest
eminent beau linkedin heading toward happiest
days awaiting as ye embark
on destination unknown - honest!
Oh, how we loathe those who drink,
Such sinners, such losers, they are!
But we think we certainly are far more than perfect?
As we drive high on pot, drugs and booze zooming our oh, so saintly cars?
We stamp their foreheads with big letters, "DOOMED"
Never realizing that praying to God, is the very least we can do.
It's tragic for all involved, the drinker, the family and all his friends, too.
They make him or her the evilest and of him as a human, they loathe and eschew.
Having no idea that lawyers, priests, writers, actors, teachers and children as young as thirteen.
At this very moment attending AA meetings, their desire to be clean and sober is astonishingly keen!
It's never to late to live!
Unless you know someone who has overcome this most daunting task.
You are doomed to think they are lost with their face in a glass.
Untrue, a lie, please have faith in the Lord for healing, on your knees be kneeling with some feeling?
Only Satan wants you to buy into the concept, that there is no room and no hope for healing.
Dedicated to the alcoholics who still suffer, their families and friends!
Love, Panagiota
(Who lost her husband to alcohol at a young age.)
AA - for Alcoholics
Alanon- for famiiy and friends of alcoholics
Alateen- for teenagers with relatives or friends imbibing
ACA- Adult Children of Alcoholics
GA- Gamblers Anonymous
OA- Overeaters Anonymous
SA- Sexual Addicts Anonymous
All information is online. Meetings, chat rooms and support. All free.
Take action for you....whether alcoholic or not.
In memory of my husband. Gone, but not forgotten!
HE LAUGHED AT MY TEARS
AND CRIED WHEN I WAS HAPPY
HE SMILED WHEN I WAS ANGRY
AND THROW RICE WHEN
SHE REJECTED ME
SHE LIKED HIS STYLE
AND TOOK A LIKING TO HIM
WHAT HAD BEEN BETWEEN US
WAS ALL THEN RUINED
SHE ENJOYED THE LAUGHTER
WHEN OTHERS LAUGHED WITH HIM
THEY TARGETED MY SUFFERING
AND IT WAS PLEASANT FOR THEM
THEN WHEN THE WINDS OF SUMMER CAME
THEY PRAYED I'D SUFFER MORE
THEY NAILED VOODOO DOLLS
ON MY FRONT DOOR
A QUOTE FROM THE EVILEST OF SADIST
WAS PAINTED ON OUR WALL
LIFE IS FOR WINNERS, LOSERS MUST PAY
I KNEW IT WAS HIM,
BUT OTHERS SAID " NO WAY"
BUT THEY SAW HIS WRITING
AND TOLD ME
WHAT HE WROTE
"YOUR WOMAN IS MY WIFE
AND YOUR LIFE IS RUINED"
I STUMBLED AND FELL BREATH-TAKENED
TO BECAUSE WHAT I HAD SAID ALL ALONG
Witch’s Story
You were evilest of the evil
Controlling earth, wind, fire and water
Your kind persecuted young children
And brought virtuous men into sin
You were hunted by good men
Tried on the filmiest of evidence
And burned surrounded by jeers and drinking
But times have changed ever so slowly
Your kind still exists
Gone are the stereotypes of so long ago
You are no longer feared or hated
You still belong to nature
And you teach others of your beliefs
Wicca is a miracle in itself
Surviving persecution and death
It became a symbol of love, faith and peace
And you are proud to be a witch
This Magical Place
In a place mystical, in an age so long ago
In a scene where all life flourish and grow
In a time so strange, changing within the blink of an eye
In an era of uncertainty, confusion of how all this apply
What is in the truest of heart that beats within all souls
What is in all those worrisome thoughts that take control
What is in all those queries that race in your mind at night
What is that, within your deepest of slumber, so out of sight
Where there are dragons and bravest of kings
Where the fair maiden seeks what love brings
Where all hope is nigh and a saviour appears
Where all the love abides from all those fears
When brave men fought with guns of iron and steel
When men stood tall in the saddle, bravery so real
When the evilest of men seek no more that just fear
When the two meet, calamity and justice appear
In this wondrous play in your mind that lay before you
In this hopeful light that illuminates all of what you do
In this place that is of some concern, but lost in destination
In this magical place deeply immersed in your imagination
Demons
Ancient creatures of religious beliefs and superstition
Evilest of beings consuming all of the human condition
Depictions of blackest of eyes, winged, unholiest of bodies
Demonic in nature, all that is evil in this world it embodies
Feeding on greed, anger, hate, despair within all sorts of pain
An unquenchable thirst for the lust of man, darkness once again
Such an evil black grin, watching, waiting for yet another lost soul
Hidden within the deepest of shadows, once again taking his toll
Waiting in a different realm, strength drawn from evils that men do
Always seeking new disciples from the acts of violence, old and new
Greed, anger, pain is so easy for him to seek, since time once began
All these traits are within every soul, within the darkest heart of man