I Sit Silently

It is all of you who are malady, but seen only as harmlessly. I must sit on this tuffet until people see you all as spider to all nation. Mental illness is license to do it all for infinity and be supported financially. Everyone knows how dangerous you are to me, but today my roommate display is showing that mentally deranged and strange is harmful to everyone in the U S of A. I extend it to the world at large. People need to SLEEP in their own beds nightly, or your malady is witchery that is causing me major brain damage. I get slower every day. My newest rooming situation is using the whole nation, but it will turn on the scholars soon enough. I deal, but YOU ALL will never heal. Your faked conditions are about to become a reality on the slide worse and worse every eclipse. No more resources for all of you abusers since birth. You will all have such girth. I try every day to be kind, but I will never rewind and see you as harmless and as a reality that I must give energy to to be a "good" person. I fight for the right to heal white males for battle in all disciplines. Loving them actually, I will rule with all kinds of fist, open to iron. I will be me and be away from the strange and terrifying every day. BREAKDOWN is in our midst. Good luck cruelties. None of you will last.