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Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
she was a bitch on wheels
but could she fly
into the heavens
into the outer skies
a mouth like a trooper
or a damsel in distress
causing havoc a crupper
in real-time stress-duress
she emasculated
eroded confidence
seeking control
in her male-defiance
she surveyed her prey
with an eye to have & hold
with an eagle's crave
justifying femininity so bold
yet the lie of deceit not sweet
in the end did conqueror meat
for her beauty did fade in tweets
& she died in the midst of retreat
too late I think from her appearance
confounded to make amends real
yet my faith in Him to restore & transform
by His grace alone may transcend her pain
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Author Notes
Everyone lives instances of life's misery at times, though there are many good times to offset them, yet the thread sewn in life, outweighing the good/bad or bad/good for others & for self, can only be seen by the Author of Life who is able to transform & transcend if it be His will into the sublime.
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