Screaming words similar to: “hatred, stupids, ignorant, and imbeciles“ spewing from both sides is utterly unbelievable and truly sad. Stop it! Please! Stop ✋ if you believe in god then do it for god. Hold your tongue. Breathe, and let them pass in love (with you) and living a good loving life. Let’s not provoke or tempt anyone. It’s not right.
I have to remind myself too. Love bonnie, love 💕
1 Samuel 8
The people (Israelites) demand there be a king.
Humans want/need to place someone in charge. They have an innate want/need to elevate someone, to admire someone and to follow someone. We are like the mammals on earth. We think lowly and have not risen to the place needed for progression beyond mammals.
I believe this is part of the animal nature within humans and is not the best for the earth. But… humans aren’t there. We haven’t risen to the place of where, no kingships are needed. History proves this over and over again.
The Neanderthal gene 🧬 is continuing to influence our human thinking. We think and behave like animals. We don’t take care of anything such as our planet. We admire wrong things on earth or the things that tear the earths gifts away such as oxygen. We love looking up to those (any of those) who are willing to be scrutinized by others. We are selfish and the Roman Colosseum truly isn’t that distant from our past.
Influencing Verbiage
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Weaving awkward words unbelievably infiltrated by a source
Who has bent reasonable human consciousness and time
Organizing underneath hidden conversations of the elite
Dictating to mankind frightening beliefs of death and scheol
Creating fear and hatred, and intolerance by falsifying lies
Freedoms eliminated; intelligence dissipated; imaginations empty
Colliding human beings, bending core character, remains nothingness
Grievances uninhabitable; the loneliness of the angelic godhead sits
Found are words that bend ears into manifestation matrix ideologies
Their pat verbiage we’ve acutely hypnotized and weaved like experts
Awaken to your own thoughts that were given to you so graciously
To hold them as yours and shan’t ever change a thing eternally
Your being is your gift; do not give it away; as you’re not a whore
Now stay where you’re at. Don’t move and eat only the finest fruit
Stay far from repeating their verbiage that binds you eternally
Speak you, and only you, and do it in love, for the Matrix will vaporize
Do not judge the fallen, but turn from that universe, and offer your hands
It’s not a place for survival. No.
The terrain is rugged and the waves are ferocious.
Learning to swim is mandatory for survival.
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However the atmosphere is compelling me to open my wings and fly from the verbiage and voices of earth.
I must accomplish this
One task at a time
One goal
God
K♣️
BoJenn @December 13, 2018
“Oh! The diamond ring is unbelievable!”
Is it worth those horrible words?
“Oh, the dinner was divine!”
Did it pay for being called a whore?
“OH, you’re buying me a new house!”
Does it compensate the lacerations?
“Oh, you’re buying me a horse! My heart is beyond delight!”
Is this another pay off?
“How the clothes are beyond my wildest expectations, you didn’t have too.”
Yes, I guess you did, it pays for my pain.
“Thank you for all the gifts!”
But, my wounds are raw and bleeding. It will happen again, and I collect presents.
Three months later, or so…..
“You whore, you slut! You’re stupid and worthless, a dumbass.
No one will love you. So forget thinking you’ll find someone else.
And our child? You won’t get. I have more money than you.
In the courts I’ll prove you a drunk. I took pictures, my love.”
He hits her.
He beats her.
He drags her down the hall by her neck.
All the while screaming, “You bitch.!”
Your child hides.
He says, “mommy don’t cry.”
“Shhh… Be quiet. A wise three year old.”
A protector of his mommy.
Wiser than his years.
Sent from heaven.
The hit, the teeth, the blackened face.
Two days later:
The finest restaurant.
New clothes,
The diamond
The horse
The car
The house
The lavish gifts
“Oh! The diamond ring is unbelievable!”
Is it worth those horrible words?
“Oh, the dinner was divine!”
Did it pay for being called a whore?
“OH, you’re buying me a new house!”
Does it compensate the lacerations?
“Oh, you’re buying me a horse! My heart is beyond delight!”
Is this another pay off?
“How the clothes are beyond my wildest expectations, you didn’t have too.”
Yes, I guess you did, it pays for my pain.
“Thank you for all the gifts!”
But, my wounds are raw and bleeding. It will happen again, and I collect presents.
I can not forget anymore.
Then, three months roll around, once again…
The cycle goes round and around.
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