Do you know what it's like to be a poster child for weak? I'm a mere woman, I am weak. I am strong. I am fierce. I am intelligent. I am weak. I am living under the wicked sins of my forefathers and that is why I'm forced to take on the identity of weakness. It is not who I am that matters. What matters for me and my life are what other Men can give me. I am not seen unless they see me and or give me a chance. The Men of this world are Savage beasts on their way to Hell. The savage beasts have no soul and they think that it is attractive not to feel emotions. The Savage Men can not feel for anyone but themselves. They are skyscrapers of Men. The men are bigger and broader and stronger yet there minds are a shell of nothingness but flashbacks of chest and ass. The savage beast are animals and they want to "eat" your children. The savage Beast Men of this world are unknowingly on there way to Hell, nothing matters to them, these men are dead. I call these type of Men, Savage Beasts.
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Everyone Screams To Things Unseen
Non-FictionThe diary of a woman struggling to navigate clearly through life in 21st century America as the lines between the natural and spiritual world become blurred.
