Life Has Been Vampired Poem by Julia Luber

Granted, about some things nothing can be done.
Profoundly unfair, insulting, unforgivable- clearly
Absolutely No Fun! Life feels like a terrible shun.
Life has been vampired into strictly image- parading,
flaunting, insensitive, rubbish rummage. All favor
is with the ignorant and cruel. No nothing can be
done about a pure sadistic mental torturer who
practices a golden rule of contaminating and poisoning
what is most sacred to God. What has broken that
bond is not just a harmless snob but somebody who
needed to mutilate the pure and good in every way.
Somebody who meant to leave its victim with nothing to say.
Somebody who aggressed to torture and kill after thirty
years. As if the psychiatric suicide was not enough for her..
my dears. It's never enough for her, never..not in any
regards. Not the billions, not the dominations, not
the sensations of creating the scarred. It is never enough
for her; she will always figure out some new way to torture.
Beware for real; it is never enough for her. Not even your
soul, which she already did steal. What will she come for next?
Will she ever let you rest? At pure and plain evil, she is without
doubt the absolute best. And to what have I confessed?