It seems to others that I am chronically unemployable. But does that really give those that are employed, the right to treat me less favourably? We are not emotional devices, to be rotated around the outer confines of corrupt political systems. We are not slaves to a minimum wage. We are not here, to be oppressed by a self centred regime. We will never be labelled as guilty, for the wealthiest to walk all over. We will never become killers, for the wealthiest to use and abuse. We will no longer be The Sophie Lancasters, of an unloving world of hatred.
EXPERIENCE VS QUALIFICATIONS.
They always seem to use my words against me. The systems that snoop into my privacy, for their own ends. If I am a cog in the well oiled machine. Then why am I still being treated as a social misfit? I am a rare Dragonfly. One that haunts the outer areas in lonely graveyards. Even this is my rare talent. Everything is a political cover-up. I face these evil demons of life everyday. And in the darkness, the corrupt plot up against my family. They are all puppets, in my view. They do not stand a chance at winning, anymore. I have already won the final judgement.
The Nympho Raven stands alone atop of the Oblisk. But he has the power to slay his enemies with darkness. A darkness that evil oppressors cannot feel, nor see. We are the true winners in this dark game, called life. And I will never surrender to a silly teenage crush. I am not a subordinate. I am a beautiful Dragonfly. One that cannot be captured, in the cage of lies.
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