Light Up

A baseball bat to the face every night's eternity. I just lay there, no sound just absorbing the pummelling. It is your joy, my complete defeat of obtaining the grace of beauty. Control and dehumanization are yours and I am nothing at all. The years of abuse are lit like kerosine in the weight on my body. No one cares unless they love it, actually. Remote viewing freaks just as guilty as he. Once I was conscious to his deceit I just began to call him Lucifer. If any want to play with that serpant you are more than welcome. He is stupider than he looks and smarter than all of you. I hate to reveal that it takes so little conscious thought to overcome the Devil, but you all choose mental retardation anyway. Maybe Satan will steal all of YOUR funds tomorrow. Maybe master one can smash your cerebral cortex all over the Marion County holding cell walls, and the basement floor can take your perfect nose and facial structure on impact. I am so happy to know that no one ever cared and they never will. Maybe this songstress will just become condensation and become a cloud that is cirrusly gifted at evaporation. Other other me. It is the only way to be in rythem with the complexities of change. Others know not who I see as I move through one zone to the next. Vessels all until I believe that I will be free.