Hey, things are getting scrutinised around here…
The devil is on the run, my dear…
There is no escape…
Chasing a dead end???
I think I’ll reserve my energy…
Sooner or later the devil will face the music…
The chair pulled from under his feet…
That will be my doing…
Going to the church to take a pew…
Won’t save your skin…
The whiskers on your chin…
I’m the razor blade…
Electric shavers are for pussy’s…
What the devil didn’t take into account…
Not only am I flesh and bone…
I’m a spiritual being much like the devil himself…
I have a shadow to prove you otherwise…
My life on planet earth started off in three stages of darkness…
Before I left the womb…
Was I born into the light???
The world was full of sunlight…
Spiritually the world was close to death…
Machines were hidden behind face masks…
My world felt heartless more so than not…
Top of the pops didn’t help my perception to see otherwise…
This was my reality regardless of the feelings of another, my dear…
My relationship with the dark side of me…
Was a learning curve I had no book for…
No teacher or guidance…
On how to navigate this world of deadly night shade…
The upside down cross…
Everyone hiding in the closet since way back when…
Stepped through the wardrobe…
Becoming the leaders of 2026…
Paedophiles officially rule the world…
Super Power???
When was the first human child safe???
From predators with sick minds…
The darkness slowly drives the top hatters mad…
The devil would argue, my dear…
My mind is the darkest of them all…
Maybe he’s telling the truth…
My reality \i abused no one…
Was i abused???
Is trauma abuse???
I managed to not only save myself from the darkest corners of one’s mind…
It’s true…
My imagination is feared by the devil…
Everytime he looks in my mirror…
The devil see’s he’s own tortured image…
The world he created for his own destruction…
The darkness doesn’t veil those hidden in its cloak for an eternity…
Those wrapped up in blood lust like jack the ripper…
The devil gets off destroying Innocence…
The vulnerable from, schools, children’s homes, hospitals…
From the moment a new born child arrives in the labour ward…
Was it the trauma of the birth canal…
The cold hard hand slap on the backside…
Or the devil welcoming the light of one’s heart into the dark…
A falsehood programmed as charitable…
Keep your eyes open, babe…
The woods are dangerous…
Smell as many dandelions as you wish…
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