I thrive in my divinity
my mouth chafed in soverignty
this archetypal montrosity,
with jinns for players,
and women as their weapons,
I watch the mouths of women curl up at the sight of me,
their whole bodies become abrupt and hysterical
just from the mere thought,
Ghouls with bad souls,
who had their dreams beaten out of their skulls,
were sold lies about their bodies,
only slaves to men,
yet, despite all this treachory,
they sold the same lies to their daughters and sons,
to cover up, make chai, remain silent,
be intrusive,
live through others until you cannot,
then conjur up a fire,
and kill their happiness too,
chain reaction
sadistic and ghastly broken hearts,
yet,
it is not personal,
merely,
just satisfaction for their mental homes,
as for men,
I am tired of watching the same lies being sold to them,
so they rage in passive aggresion,
I am exhausted from seeing them be intimadated by the opposite gender,
do they forget they come from Wombs,
in which they will again go back into,
inside other women,
Do they forget we make empires out of our hands?
The day of judgement will surely be a fair court?