For Those I Loathe to Call my friends whose loyalty & love failed me in thee End...This is the Testimony of my Wretched leap of faith,... Whereupon Prior Jumps made Maidens weep as I came Forth Wholly less Man than Wraith.

The Men who first taught me sexual construct fuct,...of them I would say...

...they are certainly NOT men of Spartan Grace, but rather Skrælings saving face. Spend they're days Vying for Familial Room while Children Weep & Women Swoon. All seems Lost,...Collective Gloom Rooted in Doom at the coming Holocaust! Serpents Circumscribement of this Planet with No Thursisas Weilding Veritas to set Kill Terms for the Great Worm.

Obama's made his final stand. Who now carries the ball? Let us Pray its England?! Trump in power, dire is the hour!

I have oathed myself,...in my heart & soul,...beyond being loathed in order to better my station. Not for the Masses or for Social Grace's, but rather for my two young lasses & what's left of my Familial traces.

Indeed,...
From wet moment Mothers Mound interlocked with Father's 'foot' of Meaty Ground was I casted forth Legit, yet by Zweimal Years Past was I Bastard having already found myself a Zarepath,...Exiled under God lest He spare the rod forever designating me latent psychopath.

It's through these eye's could I have peered at the World but choose to Observe it from a repressed, potentially near 'perv' point of view having to relearn my approach to everything rather than the swerve of a Mennonite sealing ceremony in terms of a Penial Cage designed to illicit my Rage & Restrain if not belittle, immasculate & shame but served only to entice, make Hungry My Lust & Eros dying to get at it...