Predators on Principle
Counting cards from a faux astrology.
Mother, Sister and Wife and those (once men now minions) who call these goddess?!
I am not good for you and you are not good for me!
Your Mouth spills lies!
They will bend words and mistate your defenses. They will attack you and drain your vital force and sleep.
Gas lighting into attempted stockholm syndrome. Narcissistic rants spew from a toxic diseased mouth.
They often come along as seeming benign, neutral even. Empty and void. Soon their story will stop at nothing, in all its lies and madness as to eclipse you as a viable life form. Many lay rotting in Prisons and Jails, or setoff from society entirely in avoidance of this scourge. A plague on humanity. Stepping onto sacred sands that have never been touched without care. Malice that nature could never tell the story as a subtle gift from the beginning. A disruptor and incendiary, turning people on one another with backtalk, and falsity a gossip!!!
Each place, person and moment that these contaminate with their undeveloped and soiled hands pushes the search far and wider. Until now, she has borrowed, stolen... only a guise of man. A mimic
She is a theif, a liar and ultimately a whore, though she will contest, stating definitely without doubt that "she is just the opposite". She forgets herself and now plays another track, not a muse but a demon in demand! This is how John the Baptist lost his head. The politician aims to bend truth with collective retarded and blasphemous reinterpretation. She aches in her loins for destruction but with her mouth proclaims community. The never ending demonstration, even in seeming peaceful times the lie of democracy. Another broken promise then an instant casting of blame. She is The Ultimate Deceiver, even to herself (what ever there is of a self; the illusion).
There is nothing sacred to her. She will instigate, berate and attack any who have compassion for the damned. Often, those who get drawn in, to the pit, a vortex of sadness and toxicity had already learned their own truth in evasion. Tears are weapons like a trap to it. Blame, pointing fingers and comparing levels of destitution and need are an often tactic.
Do not get ensnared in her drama, for it is not your weight to carry. You will be wise to remember that you carry your own.
This, by a person who either never was a true individual or never really had an identity? Perhaps she was always meant to be this way? Created to do so? As to infiltrate that last place of solace for man.
In her weakness she lashes out to the nearest person attacking and biting at the hand that offers.
You will see many on the road. Each at different levels of connery and destitution. With each loss of a day, a moment spent with them, you will see those same faces marred by society again and again, eventually you will feel nothing and these will know.
Oh the loss and the lack in teaching. A predator to all that's decent. For, these mistakenly thought that because they feel empty and imaginarily emotionally miss it (the borrowed illusion), they must have had it once? Probity. Though they have not Principle and never have.
She has no talent and hates all those with it. These can not see that there is no room for a muse, when a demon inhabits all of her internal and fabricated space.
Made to deceive, infiltration from within the circle. A dead and dying scourge on a now barren world because of her, but more so those who created her/this. Hel-
Stellarmass13
The 13th Son
