Calling all Muses!

Calling all Muses!

Now that I have your attention.

We’re going to kill a bunch of people. 

We’re not going to do it. Their higherselves will do it.

They’ll have an aneurism, a stroke, or a heart attack.

This world needs these people to die.

They’re  not really going to die. Their souls will go on. They’re getting recycled back to day one.

Only this time, they’ll grow up in a world that knows peace.

We have had enough in the shared story of humanity to know how to avoid that bad shit ever again.

I’ve killed worlds, too many to count.

This is it, and all it took was an election.

Stop, right now. You feel that laughter.

Yeah.

I get how pissed off you are,  but really, killing a bunch of people over an election.

Well, i think about this way, we’re heading to civil war again, so why not just kill a bunch of people who are in the way anyway.

It’s the logical thing to do. I get if I get into my emotions, I’m horrified.

Take a step back into logic.

There are people who will not heal themselves, narcissists, why make the rest go down with the ship?

If these psychotic fucks are the issue,  kill them all.

It’s the only way that the rest can have peace.

You do have a point.

I’m glad that you’re horrified when you allow yourself to feel the idea of that much death.

Remember that feeling anytime you think about wanting to kill anyone.

It’s not normal for people to kill others or want others dead. It’s a sign of a sickness in the mind.

Heal the pain that caused the hate.

You know how to do that.

Yeah.

I do.

I can take the pain and let them feel at peace. If the pain returns, it’s my pain now.

I can deal with any pain.

I’ve dealt with so much pain.

I can’t even begin to describe how much pain I’ve endured.

That 10 years at a ten on the 1 to 10 scale of pain, really did the trick.

Emotional pain, I eat that for breakfast.

Instead of having breakfast.

Muses,  did you get that?

It’s time for their higherselves to kill them with aneurysms, strokes,  and heart attacks.

Don’t answer.

I think I’m done for the night.