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Mother’s Milk Bitter like Samael I’m a Jew in Arab clothings Shabbat Shalom Like The Son of Juda Words are meaningless; Son of G-D And Identity Matters But Words matter too What I say I must do And what I AM is Nothing And Everything I AM The Magician My word is my Bond Ready to hear me Spell Should I Invoke Madam Right-Hand Or perhaps I should Evoke Madam Left-Hand For Her Hands are Severe with Punishment Always more than what fits the Crime While Madem Right-Hand Watches And bakes the pie Her Specialty; Mother’s Milk.
I’m a passionate writer. I write mostly horror or thriller short stories; but I also write poems, philosophy, and U.S politics. So stay tuned for more content.
