They are never coming for YOU
They are coming for HER
The pitchforks in the shadows
The whispers behind closed doors
The smell of gasoline on their lips and fingers
Let me get my rope
They have been trying to KILL HER for centuries
SHE is dangerous and takes them out of control
SHE is chaos and disrupts their pretty little order
SHE holds the wisdom that makes their ideas look silly
SHE is INDESTRUCTIBLE because she is destruction herself
Can you imagine the torture of hating the thing inside you so deeply that all you do is kill it in the world?
Can you imagine being so scared of your own nature that you do everything not to admit it?
Can you imagine being so brainwashed that you follow a script that has been running for thousands of years?
Fun game.
The mob never is interested in “justice”
The mob hides behind all kinds of things
Victimhood, righteousness, justice, goodness, fairness, equality
But don’t be fooled
That just how they like to dress up while they mutilate their shadow and eat themselves
They dress up vengeance and revenge and domination and make it look good
Because they can’t admit what they are
Jealous
The drunk feminine we like to call it
The kind that eats its babies and eats its vomit and slings it’s poo
Oof She is one ugly mother fucker
The result of a high jacking of the deep feminine by a paranoid and pain riddled mind
She rots in a swamp of her own decaying power she has chosen not to be responsible for or serve
A denial of her nature she puts lipstick on while the maggots are coming through her teeth
Like a bloated corpse filled with gases ready to burst it’s too ugly for her to bear
Kill kill kill
Take anything that reminds of her of her ugliness away
She only wants to be perfect and beautiful
Just BE UGLY I whisper
Let them all see
It’s the only way to be FREE
