Let them believe what they will - that you are incapable - that you are a fool - that you don’t know
They will get caught up in the own beliefs and thus become unsuspecting as they are secure in their evaluation
All at once, the trap of knowledge is sprung and they cannot move
It is as though their legs take root to the ground they are immobile...in terror
Let the blade of the guillotine fall
Off with their heads
The basket lies before them, but do their eyes see their final descent?
Let their blood flow down the steps to my feet so that I may walk through it and lead a path through the end of their life
Let their blood be spilled until the rivers overflow and become thick brown and putrid
Take their lifeless bodies and bury them apart from their source of reason
Open their craniums and tear off all remaining flesh as I t shall be given unto the dogs...to be devoured
Fill it ever so slowly with the sweetness of mother’s milk
Then drink to their folly ~ Maggie
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