The real police have shiny silver and black helmets, their aren’t many of them. The police most of us have been dealing with are imposters. The real police only operate around Central London.

The enemies army is dead, that’s why they’re so quick to attack, they have no other option. You can always tell them no. They can’t do anything if you tell them no. They’re bluffing and trying to force a reaction. Constant pestering attacks, going back and forth but I never forget.

The big secret is the women aren’t under any duress, if they don’t like what the men are doing they can walk away. It’s a choice and they’re the ones who trained the dogs to attack me. The dogs revere women because they’re meant to be holy. But I’m one man who is way holier than them. The swans told me everything. They said they were in on it too and it was a joke and they didn’t realize who I was.

Why do you think I didn’t get a tattoo instead of going on holiday. Them new tattoos are dead tingz and you black people are in trouble. Should I have told you the new ink is poisonous and infectious before you all got them tattoos? That’s why you’re insecure about your ink.

Not even one of the love songs you gyal have made matches what you’ve all done in reality with me. You’ve all been horrible to me. All I’ve done is accept and compromise and wait for all of you. I’ve faced more sexual assaults than you all combined and you’ve laughed and enjoyed yourselves. I’m not gonna back it against men who want to body women because these women left me for dead.

All you blonde white gyal looking at me tryna assess my powers and find a weakness don’t realise how powerless you are if you’re already doing that. And I know you are because I’ve seen you nuff times.

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