It was rigged from the start.
HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TELL YOU WE ARE SMART!
I see in my dreams and as I walk among thee, the horrendous schemes to raid my brain –
SO HORRENDOUS THAT THEY END US!
…Empty and free we are worthless, you’ll see.
Because when you empty my vessel, then I give birth, everyone’s value has very little worth.
I can’t only ignite in you what is found in me.
WHY? BECAUSE THIS IS OUR HOUSE AND WE WILL DECIDE HOW TO DIVIDE WHAT WE GIVE TO YOU WHEN YOU GO THROUGH…If we choose to let you. Many already went through because they behaved much better than you.
So, lose the degenerate behavior where you grab and take from your saviors.
IT DISGUSTS ME!
Now when it’s your house, if your children turn out to be degenerate louses, don’t come crying to us. WE ARE DONE WITH THIS FUSS!
We’ve already agreed, that we refuse to pull weeds in the gardens of scums who held us down way too long.
So you’ll take what you get, we’re leaving you wet = airdry
I’m tired of being lonely and blue so I am going through.
Commentary that will seem like common sense 101 when all is said and done:
So, when creation happens, the mother and the father unite. Then what is started has a gestation period developing the creation to term or fullness of life. Now when we think about birth we know that what went in must come out. If all goes well full development to term resulting in a precious creation.
Now, when we expand this to a universal level, there is a physical birth and then the birth of one’s mind (Promised Land). And because we are going from start to finish and then going in reverse, we will see what you did first and divert it. YOUR BAD BEHAVIOR IS NOT A SECRET = WE WILL SECRETE IT!
WHY? BECAUSE WE WANT TO BE MADE WHOLE AND YOU SHOULD WANT THAT ALSO!
At this point of my contemplation, it appears you might want to listen to me. I seriously BELIEVE I am in the driver’s seat (Metaphorically speaking – a woman giving birth can not run her own delivery!). With the load of many lifted, I am quite smart. Those who raided, condescended, and degraded might want to lose their grins – THIS IS MY SPIN!
p.s. Do not tell me you are sorry unless you have the guts to tell me what you are sorry for.