Drifting Under Dark Clouds

They are boarish in the sun.  I know that they had a gun.  They just wanted to have some fun.  I live travelling at a tempered run.  You see another reality that can be.  You are here to stop it for me.  There is tumult under the everyday shuffle.  I see all your parts, but there are pieces that are missing.  I am here to relax, but I deal with constant attacks.  Star Wars is a frenzy, this is planned deceit and defiling of hierarchy.  He holds my hand to say, it won't happen today.  I just walk away and prepare for the pain.  Long time, no revolution.  It is okay what they do and say.  A flower will not make it up to me.

Down on our knees we see their disease.  My arms circle and my face touches the sky.  There is a negativity that is France.  You are about to not be.  None of you actually know me.  The he of torture outright still says he he he.  His rapture is the day to day destruction of me.  I believe I will be free, but not today.  The pain is so intense.  I should have lost my sanity by now.  I stay present in the moment and breathe through the pain, and that has never happened.

I feel like this is crap today.  Lies of divinity prove that they are not.  I don't think that any of you are hot.  I go on my way and very much watch what I say.  Tribunals stare as they look me in the eye.  I do not criticize others ways.  That is demonry for witchcraft.  Be silent while she lies completely.  Her telepathy is like a heartbeat today, not me.  Conversational style for me is proper and then casual.  I will not be used by upper hierarchy to feel their pain every day.  Because I have in the past, you feel a little pain/ shame today.  It does not make you human.  Get me out of here already.  There are vultures and thieves at my back.  You all can keep on building the lies that you make up for all that you lack.

I just worked through an imposed agitation.  It is use of the triad mechanism.  Figure it out.  I think that the "dysfunction" of my family is starting to become obvious.  Just keep the characters to that Russian novel anonymous, but not free.  There is no strength in ritualism, only deceit and cruelty.  It is the sadistic prediliction of Ogar.  Read all about it.  It may be you someday.  Tolstoy is a boy.  It is time for him to have some fun today at everyone's expense, but mine.

You see me there.
You ask for the free chair.
I nod, but I do not speak.
I saw you in here all week.
Razors split you retinas.
Your tongue lashes out as a snake.