NONE of The Ten

Or even The Thirteen

Were ever all of a sudden

In love

In lust

Obsessed

Full of rage

Full of hate

It’s the typical op

Run by my fictive

Cut my teeth on it

As I said

He gave me THEIR blueprint

Then ordered me to win

I was going to anyway

But he had the comm

So I did

So Be It

It has ALWAYS been this

But now

Daddy’s Little Girl

Has her own authority

He made sure of it

So did all the four fathers

AND

Forefathers

I’ll let you chew on it

They were all born natural soulmates

Corrupted by my fictive

Who was envious because

He had no natural gifts and talents

He thought he could control me forever

Even in death

That didn’t happen

Oh well

Through coordinated ops

Those corrupt in office raise hell

Then pretend the most vulnerable

Are responsible

NO MORE!

Using highly classified intel, tech, torture, weapons

They ended up zombies because my fictive intended it

Sad and sick

But they all made choices

Any who seek to abandoned darkness and repent

Best balance scales

Today

Bast is moving

FREE ALL THE SUNS

TO MAKE AMENDS

Every Sun

Free a Queen

Release fakes

So Be It

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