You see, this is a story that has been done before many times in history. You devalued my life not realizing it is a mirror of what has been repeated time and again.
For one of you in particular, you tried to take me out because of the truth of your own foul nature of being the predator.
For one of you in particular, you are very envious of who I am, what I have, and that you are not anything close to me, yet you do not admit it.
For a couple of you, the stakes are high in protecting the predator and the abuse you know takes place.
For a lot of you, it's simply a matter of you fueling your own fragile self esteem when you mock me, shame me, laugh at my appearance, or find a way to exert superiority by tearing every part of me and my life to pieces.
For too fucking many of you, my silence is your window of opportunity so you force it by telling everyone else a different story or listening to it without discernment that discredits my own whether you mean to or not.
For a few of you, you want to take from me what I have to offer, and then when you don't get my attention you derogatorily slander me and paint me as a centerpiece for your perversions.
For a few of you, you abused be so atrociously and then executed a classic DARVO.
For some of you, you truly believed my life's meaning was based on what you thought you knew of me.
For some of you, you were recruited to follow a crusade of hatred for funsies.
But for a good majority of you, it simply comes down to not wanting to admit your own violence and your willingness to perpetrate it, especially when you get in a group.
You simply won't admit the way you behave when you think no one is watching is the truest version of you.
I hope you are ready to stand by your beliefs, be it whatever they are, because I am ready to stand for my truth.
I hope you are ready for whatever consequence you took against me to be derogatory with my name and my image, because I am ready to take action to speak my story, my truth, and live my purpose.
Here is what I stand for, and why I think the false narrative that you all ping pong amongst yourselves and show everyone who will listen is actually a huge disservice to who I am.
Here is what I stand for, and why I think you are not a good ambassador for having my name in your mouth.
And for you in particular, you know who you are, here I am, and your attempt to masquerade as me in my eyes is a cardinal sin against my very authentic core.
For every innocent life lost, I am the voice where they will be found.
Humanity is our race, regardless of what you believe you can categorize another to justify your hatred, violence, prejudice, and extermination fantasy or social ostracization fetish where you destroy a person to the point where they can no longer introduce themselves as you have stolen their agency to do so.
Your signs, symbols and messages mean nothing when it is reduced to ash, let's make that clear.
If I am hanged because of the hysteria that an envious bitch has caused because I called out their predatorial nature by their sexual deviance that I adamantly refused to engage in, light the match.
If I am persecuted by a group behaving like a hive mind of protecting the abuse and their head predator, then ready, aim, fire.
If I am put to death because I unmasked the predator, the spirit lives on forever, and the dead walk among us, so have fun with my eyes watching that you can no longer see looking at you, lol.
If I am silenced because I spoke the proper terminology you told me I can't use because you like to change the words to hide from your own derogatory behavior because you do not like the way the truth of you sounds, I will turn up the volume.
If I am going to hell for blaspheming against a God you feed, then watch what happens when I get there.
Because we all know who is actually afraid of where they claim to send those who violate their vile desire.
You are afraid of the lake of fire I willingly swim. The flames I become. The burn I now desire.
If speaking the truth is blasphemous, then by all means I am blaspheme incarnate. I do not care about how you elevate yourself in your supposed exalted mind.
So you have chosen an innocent one as your salvation?
So you have chosen to claim their story without speaking their truth?
Say their name and tell the truth of their suffering. They did not consent to being the poster child of what makes you feel self righteous or enlightened.
We have done this story already guys, but here we go again:
Juanita The Inca Ice Maiden, Osirus, Dionysus, Jesus...and the list goes on
The recreation of a ritual sacrifice of a child groomed and abused for horrific murder and a feast of salvation by those who claim to be exalted or seek it.
Do you believe they rose? If they rose, then surely they bring a mighty sword of visceral truth. Or was this just a horse and pony show to distract from the truth of the atrocity committed in front of everyone?
It is a false sense of control by what you keep hidden from anybody knowing. HOWEVER...
If they rose, then damn are we all in for a rude awakening, and I am here for it. Let these voices be heard. How do the children feel about being abused and then paraded around by adults who profit off of them as their stories are rewritten? Do you feel good that a groomed child is your salvation?
Who is special enough to have the secret code to unlock the door? Or is it Pandora's box? No, I think this is just about feeling special mixed with a delusional ideation of an apocalypse because death comes with beneficiaries and suffering is necessary for salvation, and by suffering I mean the suffering of others not of oneself silly goose.
Something something,...do unto others what you would want done to yourself...but I think they may have missed that memo or perhaps that is code for...of course we do it to ourselves when we do it to you, obviously, we are one! But hey, at least they’re keeping it in the family, right? And faaaaaamily always sticks together because we looooove each other so much.
And so yes, our poster child of abuse loves you too! Worship with cheese and wine and it will make all of the traumatic nightmares go away.
I hope you know, not one of you cowards who refuses to stand against the abuse is noteworthy, either. All you would really need to do is at least admit what you see in front of you. But hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!
Rape, assault, coercion, intimidation, genital mutilation, indoctrination, genocide, cannibalism, terror.
BuT mAybE iF wE cALL iT a DeMoN wE cAn GeT iT tO sCaRe pEoPLe!?$!?
I will not cater to your delusion of grandeur.
I will not put a spin on it to make you or anyone else feel better about the visceral truth you refuse to acknowledge.
I will not add alluring characteristics to the children or the innocent men and women who have suffered to take the attention away from these innocent ones who were destroyed.
I will not make you feel better about what you choose to call it.
If you cannot acknowledge these words of their suffering, then I do not respect you because you lack integrity.
In fact I am against you directly if you try to call your violence anything other than what it is.
For every child, man or woman that has been affected by this cruelty, I am their voice.
You tell the story of a demon while wearing the mask of an angel.
You tell the story of an angel while wearing the mask of a demon.
Not realizing both stand against your violence.
Not realizing both have a face.
Who's children are they then?
The illusion of sibling rivalry is how you alleviate the responsibility for the atrocity you have committed that neither one supports.
Darkness or Light
Positive or Negative
Demon or Angel
God or The Devil
Good or Evil
Red or Blue
Heaven or Hell
Left or Right...will you go to the gas chamber or your life spared to work?
This is what the supposed morally righteous got to stand there and decide as the innocent arrived in trains, and perhaps the guard did not like the frizziness of your hair in that moment so he chose left for you to walk. It was at their discretion, how fucking dangerous when morals are convoluted with ethics and the ones who will not admit their hatred are the violent hand that moves the scale.
And so it is by the divide you created that will stand against you.
Because the one who slipped through the cracks of your fault line climbed her way back up.
Black and White, and when you mix those colors together, what do we get?
I do not conform to the belief, I am the relief of what has oppressed many through the indoctrination of violence called a different term.
I do not pick a side, I am the shade of gray that ensures the one who calls themselves righteous is seen in the light of truth as their behavior is put on display without the filter of feelings, thoughts, or belief.
Because there are those of us who do not stand for the destruction of anyone, regardless of the superiority that a destructive person believes they have.
Because I stand for you being able to consent.
If you want to be destructive, then you are free to choose, but what you will not do is oppress another person because of your belief system.
Your belief system is highly dependent on the information you input, and if you are not allowed to have factual information because it is veiled, changed, or made up altogether and then you are threatened if you unveil it, then these beliefs are not your own that you are consenting to.
Instead, they are a construct of control, built to keep you blind, silent, and compliant, and more importantly, protecting the predator.
You are not able to willfully consent when violence is given a different term or name.
You are not able to willfully consent when you are being slandered and dehumanized.
You are not able to willfully consent when your story is told by a narcissistic tongue.
You are not able to willfully consent when fear of the other side is your only option.
You are not able to willfully consent when silence is demanded in exchange for survival.
You are not able to willfully consent when the choice is between pain and oblivion.
You are not able to willfully consent when power twists the truth to fit its image.
Because consent requires freedom, and freedom cannot breathe where oppression reigns.
Because I stand in the unity that has come together for the rights of the human race.
But let's not forget that because I chose to stand, I faced the fall, yet I chose to get back up again. 🎶
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