Anthropy
I didn't carry the weight of mental struggles; truth be told, I was among the fortunate ones. Despite your attempts to curse my name, your words laden with falsehoods, I stand with evidence etched into my being—family bonds, from parents to grandparents, aunts to uncles, brothers to sisters. Your influence has ensnared your own children in a system's spell.
The burn you caused turned everyone into a vast abyss, a collective ashtray filled with the horrors you've contributed to. Genotypes of puppeteers we unwittingly pay taxes to shape our minds. Retaliation from a new generation, cutting them off at the womb, labeled as 'women,' denying them the freedom of abortion when they were too young.
Bound to a false 'American Dream' crafted by the Elucid Cabal, they've poisoned our minds with alchemical substances disguised as medicine. The elusive Illuminati, supposedly non-existent, hooks us on Cell-Able-Trees, steering our thoughts toward superficial matters. We're coerced into the drama of politics, creating division and forgetting that some escape this cursed narrative, your belief that we can all be swayed by sex forgotten.
🙉 Lia Rae Nelson
1.14.2024
