A Tragic Turn of Events that Twist the Screw

Can a person live again. I am through for the lives are plenty and the leaders are indeed are astute for grace is not me as I see it the great behovah is lost as well as its mercy, dignity, honesty and love of another.

Cursed is all that curse me and all that killed my children and my soul will dies as well so sath the lord who is good and merciful. Protect it not will I for care for me is not as a person of color, African or whatever there is nothing to save for this country is angry at all who exceed what their supposed value is to be in this land. They have turned a nation against a nation and have cut my soul from me so I cannot be who I was for a woman’s mean whim to be perfect and the desire for all me. I am nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing.

Too bad the mockingbird song ends soon for they help me not but assist the murdering hand that follow step step step step step. They taunt then deny then deny whatever I was…I am nothing now isn’t that special for school I exceed too much and the complaint they can’t keep up. They have lowered themselves so far that exacerbating and removal of wind is what they have done. They know they know they have the advantage of many against the one and how they crow and how they crow over over and over we have won we have we have won and know there is a smell that nauseates the soul of me that I cannot stomach the indictment of mind in torment to follow the fair aroma that teases and drives me mad in motion after motion it leaves me with no thought that true death is dearest to me of all if my love is kept for me…I will love none but die each day for they have slayed me these evil creatures that call themselves same as me.

Dead am I … dead am I … pursued, tracked, stalked by one and all who finds amusement to descend someone of good nature to levels of total torment who could not compete mentally but resorted to butchery then proclaim to world I have indeed conquered my greatest foe. Physical assault after assault this person is dead unless someone cares if no one cares then we all die one after another from this person of little thought or care but for himself who is nothing but a pretender of corruption that pollutes the young and youth to kill the future through and through and ensure no tomorrow. Indeed I am dead for I am mindless to think that some as they could possibly be humane or human enough to come and converse with someone like me of too elevated thought. I am indeed a fool and the jest is on me for there is none like me … is there…is there anyone like me who still loves the Lord and his people but feels that tomorrow is the end for the very foulest of this act is unpardonable in any deity’s eye and will.

Once a person of respect and now nothing for the people of lust and money have killed me…a fool to dream good things for others and now I am nothing but a façade of mockery for them to he haw he haw he haw while their thought recess farther and farther from reach.

These people of descent have executed my children for a person of no worth a true color of no perception and this is not a life but a mission to see who else this posse hunting band run amuck amuck driven wild by the scent of blood that it will turn vicious swift on any unknowingly unsuspecting living creature. Rejoicing wildly with loudness they exclaim no one for me for they befoul the person with their own errant calling and now they are who they tried to proclaim me as but they have hurt me for the calling and continuance of their place to save self they have but they will not last the night if my demise comes swift and my health continues to fail me. I have no thoughts but to say that whatever a man wishes another will come upon his self in so many spades that even a tree says I hear not, see not, care not for I cannot be you and never wish to be so.

By

Felicia McCaw