A Man in A Cell

 A.R., it is Vie.  I think of yee on the sea.  Be well in your cell, and see the reality of me on T.V.  I will only be with yee.  It will not be for free.  Other plans have failed, and others will be jailed.  I see the white around you and the cold floor beneath you.  It is not a grave, but you must be brave.  I can have you as master, but cannot be your slave.  We will work on matters of fiscal import, even in our bedroom retort.  You can be free to take imagery and let this baby rise no matter my size.  You called and I answered, like a wind in the night.  Even a master in China, needs that to fly a kite.  We can be such a great holy comedic team.  It will even be archeologically mean.  You have studied for so long.  Now at last, you are so strong.  Please never be in the wrong.  Never even lie, and say I wear a thong.  That is Wiccan and witches are wicked.  I do not practice any mystical that takes power away.  Today I say that their word for you is misogyny, but there is no male volley.  I write to you here to fill you full of fear, and say I coin a word for you dear.  It is the hatred of males by females again and again.  Witches here and overseas have always tried to posses and own yee.  The new word is HISOGYNY.  I love yee.  Vie