When I was a child, I truly believed that the Illuminati destroyed my life and stole every last shred of hope from me. Everywhere I looked, it proved to be true. My family betrayed me at the deepest levels, as I was severely abused in every way there is to abuse a child. Worse than that, I believed that God also had betrayed me. I believed down to the core of my soul that God abused me and then abandoned me to be abused by others. I have carried these beliefs with me for my entire life never accessing them…
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Pain has been the theme and even motto of my life – a theme that I have embraced fully and without question as it was so deeply ingrained in the root of my psyche. I began writing poetry reflecting pain and the spirit of death when I was thirteen – a time when my life was in the most turmoil I had ever known. My mother had just sacrificed me to Baal and my father ritually produced a child within me. I was pregnant with a Nephilim hybrid and I thought I was dying. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall…