Scorched Earth

 

Your liberty

Your material wellbeing

Your spiritual wellbeing

Your reincarnation

They have gotten you to sell

For a quick fix

For a high

For lust in many ways

 

They have used the tree of life as a dildo and as firewood

 

And they made sure it doesn’t look like it matters.  They planned it for a long time—and used barbaric measures—

The only person who was hurt was you

All the key people are conspirators

The people who engineered this coup deVille made sure from early on and throughout that you would not see how it matters

It is centered around me.  Or America.  Or men.  Or white men.  Or money.  Perhaps other things.

But the people who did this—and their lineage—made sure at each stage that you would be diverted from seeing what was really going on.  And that you would be inflagrated or entertained or get off somehow--or reel disdain or stay away by the end...

 

The only person who would inform or save you would be the object—or subject—of all of this.

They discredit me in in each significant way.

They used me as a tool to inflagrate you to make money off of you

They themselves used me as a tool to have great sex—men and women alike

Many used me as a foundation to gain power

All in an eyerony of what they have been selling you for decades or centuries or longer

 

They have co-opted everyone in power or in places of dissemination of information—to put it simply—with simple bribes and sex—or extortion

 

And they have used magi to do all of this-that they got bu sacrificing me—

 

Magic that was free—and would have been yours by now.

 

It has been so easy to get you to sell your body and soul

 

In the end they probably cut you in—as it is likely nearing the end—as if they were your saviors

 

But have left you with a scorched earth

And likely worse: a scorched body and soul

 

Unless you do something to change it