So incoherent with existence, so despicable and moralistic of her own principles, disgusting being, that her queen hands gave her power.
Finding us at last somewhere in the existing reality, mesocratic being in all aspects, physical, mental, values, going so far as to do anything just to taste a little more of her, throwing me out of the paradise in which she lived, clinging to her arms of such a perfect being.
He told her everything she wanted to hear, even knowing that he was looking for her, even knowing that we made love and she loved me, disgusting and dirty being, not even deserving the crumbs of life, cunning as anyone and she fragile as roses, he got between us but guilty the two of them, she for making him enter her life and he as miserable as all empty and unfeeling humans, guided by their base instincts; She was a resistant soldier of karma, paid the consequences of getting dirty with such a disgusting being.
How could she not realize or maybe she knew what she was doing and still did it, she swam in dung blinded by pain and hate caused by me, but lately she knew what she was doing, I don't know if I know her anymore, she preferred to listen to everything she wanted to hear and she got her soul and skin muddy with shit, I don't know if we know each other anymore, I only know that I'm waiting for her here.