Heres the truth. Im the way I am for a reason. Im the product of abuse. Living in a domestic POW camp as I like to put it. I thank god for my grandmother and father. They took me out of a bad situation. Tx is a mommy state. But thats not always the place a child should be. If not for them I would be a true demonic entity. My father taught me to make that pain stand for something. To use it or be eaten by it. I have so many suppressed memories along with horrendous PTSD. This contact with God that I believe in is my way of not folding to the demon I carry. This is why I attack predators full force with my words and why I believe that Im open to the social abuse that others are ignorant to. Every now and then something happens and Im reminded. Suppressed memories are awoken. Lost time is remembered. I am the product of evil deeds done by an evil society. Because bad people are a product of the society that brought them up. We are not born with hate in our hearts. That hate is driven into us like nails into the hands of a really good man. I make my story stand for something. And I believe that I risk the asylum to stand up for what I believe. I fight with words. I fight with heart. I fight with truth. Because I will not fall to the violence that created me. I am not creator Donnon. I am not Gods wrath. My anger is fierce. But my love is great. I am retribution. I am Vengeance. I am Justice. I am Malik!! Theres your explanation for the insanity. I love God for he keeps me in line. Like a dog on a chain. He is my Rock. Without HIM...there would be no me.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 04:43:38 +0000
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