never trust a murderer, a coward. especially if he is your uncle.

 this morning, 

I learnt a harsh truth..... the loved one I prayed this past sunday tried to murder me with crack cocaine.

I am a forgiving person. but he could've been a man. could've just fought with me like a man; 

instead. what cowards do. he would rather watch me suffer with poison.

he could've fought me with his fists. and I would've danced with him with mine.

instead........ he chose to use substance.

I can respect the other two men that apologized to me tonight. those are humans, those are men.

but for him...I can't call him a man. nor can I look at him as a man. 

I understand now, why he brags about being a killer. he poisons his victims with there addictions then leaves them to die has he takes everything from them. a fallen angel of death. in disguise of an indigenous man. no honour in that man. just nothing but a souless individual who causes pain in everyone he is around.

his daughter doesn't know but maybe eventually she will see this. her loving father was the man who took away her mother from her. 

left her to die, to suffer after she took that final hit of crack cocaine laced with fentanyl many years ago.

just to think. I almost died like that sunday night here in my grandmothers home has she lied in her bed while I was fighting for my life in the washroom of my grandmothers 2 bedroom apartment.

thank god for naxolone and god.

I got to share this with the world. because the world needs to know

my uncle is not a good man. never was. he was going to take my life and brag about being the one who killed me. he was gonna brag that he took me down because i trusted him. shit, I even prayed for him at church when I attended it sunday morning.

that is why I call him a coward. he would kill for his addiction. he will even kill women for his addiction. he will even kill his own family. rob his own elderly mother who is 78 years old for his addiction. he ain't lower then a snakes belly.....he is a souless monster. he is truly a monster amongst humanity.

karma will get him. karma will eat him alive. truly, let him be the last of us skeet familia alive to figure it out in the end. that we were there for him, we were kind to him. we gave him things and urge him to be a good person. 

he has no heart. he doesnt care for humans. he doesnt care for life. all he cares for his crack cocaine.

the ballad of Ash D. Skeet