Delusional Stalker

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"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." Luke 23:34

Submitted: April 22, 2018

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Submitted: April 22, 2018



Open Letter To My Delusional Stalker


Positive Energy never dies

Sometimes we must put on the gloves and forget about the whys

Female Dog in mental heat keep attacking me without merit

You cannot compare a Cubic Zirconia to a diamond of ten carats

Your delicate poems of armor

French hostile, weak soul of dishonor

Petty words, that has no weight, no class

Spewed only as venomous trash

If I wasn’t ladylike I will tell you to kiss the soles of my Haitian feet and then shine my shoes

You appear as if you are some educated Empress, yet, you are still paying your mental dues

For all the times you keep recycling your name to reuse

Only to troll and then mentally abuse

Bully of another color

The more you use your mind, the more your actions becomes duller

You are the only irrational poet on this site, who has had more trouble than none

Once someone tells you to hug your father Satan, you close down, and then start your poisonous fire with someone else after it’s all said and done

I’m not the first, and I’m sure I won’t be the last

This is your history of doing, your wicked related past

If you want to keep doing this back and forth, like I told you I have your mental juices, but it doesn’t get any better

Words from me, you will ultimately lose, no matter in what weather

Have taken me out of my tenacious comfort zone

For your treacherous belittling words and heart of Stone

There will never be God’s glory behind your wretched throne

Therefore, leave me in peace and go on your life’s journey, alone

I refuse to waste my thoughts on a person, who calls herself a woman, yet, behaves like a damaged child

Crawl back in your hole with your father Satan, I’m sure he is missing his spawn from his side

Angels up here are trying to do God’s work, spread love, which to some, is showered and given from above

Oh….about the related uneducated words

Unrefined feathers, such as yourself, do not make classy birds

911, yes, I’m a nurse, and it appears we have a straitjacket patient fleeing alert

Apprehend mind, may be a danger to herself or to society; potential to cause mentally extensive hurt




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