To the woman

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To the Female: The cold men loathe external expression, The Grey Brainwashed Men loathe Individuallity. Everything you wear from your Walk to your Style will get judged and thrown into the men's Mockery Calculations. I am talking one look 👀 judgements. You my friend are watched and noticed by Men all around, put on a scale of how desirable you should be to these dead dreamless grey beings, your whole worth is determined by a few meaningless looks around your town by lifeless men, then the The Evil Men decide where you rank on their hierarchy.

Dear Woman, You are the start of life, the vessel of all that brings good, you are the breeding ground of  greatness yet the 'selfish' men grow cold and forget their home as they grow older they began to let others dictate their worth with their lost minds in the world of comparison. The men think they grow powerful and realize there differences from a woman which for example can be strength, confusing there differences with the gift of a great ability to provide and plant yet they have boughten into the lie that they are now better (must compete lie) due to a God given seed planting gift. The men look down upon woman as they lothe (the grey men think they are of higher worth than that of a female) them while men graduate from the birth canal of a woman when she gives birth only to sprint out as fast as he can from his mothers body (home) he goes making his way into a pool of perverse lies (the world around us) as the men become blind yet they already won the race in existence and they are trying to beat the rest of the men not even acknowledging the woman as we become a laughing stock for groups of men to grope and fondle, laugh at and kill, us woman are in their mind half of a being or not human at all. The men forget the woman who birthed them as they run into chaos only to dive into a pool of mockery and unintelligence while they sign there life away to "looking great" in front of other men!

Grey Men are Dead for eternity. I can smell their flesh burning when they come near me.

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