I Have Your NUMBER Columbia

A tear flows down my face. I face the witchery around rejection again. It is not the true feeling, it is witchcraft that flows deep in my veins creating a feeling of being less than nothing at all. A yellowing of my self esteem and a feeling of again for all economy. It is not you, Columbia. It is those around me for infinity who never truly want me to be happy who do the gymnastics of combined ritualisms my way. Today I am pounded with their satanism as well. Maybe it is mothers of Mexico who understand the cruelty of Earth walking saints of Biblical times. It seems far fetched, but it is the reality of my every day. I will sit on this project and move forward, alone, as I wait for the infinite multitude of my Line Deputy. He is not pleased today. He has a RAGE at all Latino males. It is personal and he now sees my servitude that I have encased in military matters. I strive to not have the world explode and be thrown into the constellations of hell realms for EVERY entity on the planet, even the new born gorilla who I wait for at The Como Zoo. The BLUE of blue blood also flows in a river before me today. This whole thing just puts a stress on staying alone as the skies form their rise. That I CAN do perfectly.