Row, Row, Row Your Boat

A Son of a Bitch confession, without thoughts, who pisses in her palms and jerks off like a shaman          
What a joke to pretend to be a man where really a woman stands          
Riddled holes in the mirror of innocent souls          
And now anger tears she cries let her heart pour unit it depletes upon the flow          
Unto a witch, what were you thinking to ask for forgiveness when you inscribed upon my production words of arts for laughs, so hateful if only people can see what I know          
And you sign off in glee, like you think you made this aura bleed, grow up and face the Boker’s chants my dark child          
Dark incantations are from my lost moon and running wild          
          
Until I get back there          
The core of your mind, I will fester upon the strands of your hair          
It is a thousand lashes to beat the soul down          
No matter how many lullabies by bystanders in your ear you may hear, mine would be the only beat to that drum sound          
Until you repent, like my craft you took the time to resent          
Jack be nipple Jack be quick, may the fire you feel upon your toes burn you before you jump over the candle stick          
How much pride does it take to fool with compassion as a woman fool the eyes as rare dick, offering an invitation to your Monster Ball to drain the soul with a treacherous kiss          
You are a soul stealer, coveting the footsteps of others hovering, like a killer night bat, then striking like a deranged Mother Hubbard   
Storing vails of blood and life forces in your cupboard          
          
Does the mind hold any remorse when you came upon monarch shores with shaman tricks          
Power in false tongue callous, yet I am strong enough to take the inflict          
Running for cover not to take the hit          
Evil rotten spirit of the worst kind          
I do not grovel for respect or for anyone to be kind, if it does not naturally come from the heart, then it’s unacceptable by the standards of my mind          
Vanity is the devil’s invention when envy and jealousy is entwined          
Did your mirror crack, witch          
Conjuring the ill will of despise, you do not understand there is hierarchy in the order of Destiny, Fate, and Karma you disturb other’s you offset the balance and you get left with that universal glitch          
          
Tell the masses how racist you truly are when you referred to New Yorkers in my production video you wrote as your comment as thugs          
Then pretend to show Moorish Kings on their canvas under your many female rosy profiles a delusional sense of poetic love          
No remorse for your worded choice you gave unto me, once I found out who you truly are          
You just couldn’t turn away, after I blocked your first comment... no, you are too narcissist and pushed your arrogance and ugliness too far        
And now here we are               
   
I made the oath to self to let bygones be bygones and just ignore your petty lies          
Until you decided under your fake YouTube profiles to make hell for me not once, not twice, not three times, but four times under your guise        
Having most believe your hands are clean, a person worse than what my eyes have seen          
No, as a much older Eve, hostile without regards of your actions          
He who laughs first cries last when retribution gets the last words of satisfaction             
    
Still fooling eyes, like you are an innocent star          
I am still Venus bowing to planets, playing the universe like a soft guitar          
Flooding square boxes with those tired images of yourself like you got something to prove          
All fake snakes hiding nothing but a bitter replica of yourself in a deranged mental ruse          
In my spirit I love to soar, my mind astral planes to fly, the Heavens I patrol          
I love holding the lifespan of babies in my hand nurturing their innocent souls          
I do not prowl the dark as a primordial she-demon eating them in revenge of the first man’s mistreatment under God’s grace luring men to venomously console          
          
I am proud to say I am an Angel of the light not an evil Jinn          
I never did like fire I like to breathe fresh earthly air and not fry for my hellish sin          
I am the light, you can have the darkness witch          
Sadly, you cannot poof yourself out of this hell, you do not have another wish          
          
Poem Based Upon The Nursery Rhyme Row, Row, Row Your Boat          
          
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