Enraged

I wonder the inner-workings of the mind of murderers. Are homosapien predators similar to the animal kingdom; survival of the fittest? Are we not evolved beyond primal functions? If immune, am I human? Some anti-intellectuals reject knowledge like alcoholics repudiate nutrition. Force-feeding anything results in regurgitation and distress. That dis-ease will multiple into disease. The act of 'shoving it down our throats' can be fatal. Ignorance must be bliss. Those who attain it walk over trash in the street as if it were clouds; become deaf when the gunshots ring out; and clueless when the police knock at the door. The mother across the hall looking for the savage that took her son's life. Ignorance has to be bliss. I came in alone, just got okay with going out the same. All of my destructive ways are easy to digest. That was my intention. Now that I have let go of the need of validation, I am free to outgrow my former sense of self. Curse these people. The ones that cursed us. I want revenge. I wish to watch them suffer, like I did. Watch them feeble and clingy. Spectate while I pick apart their attempts at assimilation. As I eat while their humanity swings from the moss of the trees in the bayou. Don't ask why I'm angry. The cries of my people, the ones whom disregard me, have offered enough tears to surpass the seven seas. I am retaliation. The powers that be poked me until I ascended. Until I fought back. This council's duty is to weigh souls. To enumerate your sins. To paint you into omni-presence. The fashion and music industry bring in trillions of U.S. dollars. The illiterate and criminal of our American citizens seek out these industries. Infiltrating sacred spaces; incubators for art and creation. Turning spirit into monetary gain. Seeing fresh hopefuls with green in their eyes. Losing interest and discarding after the last drop touches their tongue. A demonic cesspool circling the lights of talents of the greatest among us. An eclipse of moths, bats, serpents & spiders layering themselves upon a star; a hypergiant; UY Scuti.Mother nature is ferociously resetting the way of the world. The Golden Age is dawning, revealing truth in all it touches. Nicole Lockett, an aspiring recording artist relocates to Los Angeles, California at nineteen with the hopes of fame and fortune. A few lucky encounters aligns her with entertainment's biggest and brightest. Taking her into the rabbit hole of a lifetime. A girl going into her twenties and coming a woman. Bloody, bruised, and broken she obsessed on vengeance. Karma is a bitch, and bad by definition.