These are not riddles, these are not rhymes. They are far from fiction they are damn near crime. Being put into a position to display hate; not really my cup of tea. It’s certainly not my fate and definitely not my dream. To be used and misused and not tossed away. Kept ‘round so that when your end nears I’ll be in dire straits.

To be one who butts in and secretly make choices on another adults life was not yours to do but you did and it shows your scorn and wickedness too. Born to be a slaver, you’d made a strong bad queen yelling “off with her head” any time you wanted to clean.Shame should swaddle you and your ugly behavior.

Now you want to be punished before you go so the Lord will forgive you and see you as a lost soul. But let’s not forget our lives have been all seen. So, there’s really no escaping the sins you have weaved.

Will the Lord be forgiving? Yes, I’m sure He will. But I’m done fighting you. I’m done being Blue Hell.