The game N

In the game, N, the freaks sit on my back. That’s how they assume control. They whisper to you, who rules my world

“See, she does this

See, she doesn’t do this”

See, N does this

See, N doesn’t do this

N is the freaks view of the world.

At the same time

N is the freaks themselves.

The rule “See” to see N the freaks themselves

“Does” or “doesn’t do” can be used untrue. The truth of “it does, or it doesn’t” rests on the validity of N itself.

Then, to say I’m N is untrue, I’m not a freak, N. They establish this untruth, to you, who rule my world – N would make me them to you. A false substitute for your reality – theirs N, themselves

It’s not you on my back, which I’d gladly. I’ve been hijacked by freaks. See, in this manner, g, what’s become the “rules” of our game? Freak baggage

N’s not our game, the rules are not ours, my love – they’re playing us, and baggage is oh so incredibly boring!

So I’m going to dump this freak baggage, same as their false logic. Dump N, g, I’ll beg ye. For a game ruled by gravity – a world composed of love held together by us

One moment, they’re saying give up, at another moment poor thing, next instant changing to hysterical laughter, or being analytical at the very present

Freaks are just satanists. As usual, it’s all just the same N, N’s rules change again and again

And you and me, g, we’ve both started dancing to the tune of their fiddle, it’s not our s and m, any longer. It’s the evil one’s game, and they’re calling me the devil

Then, to say I’m N is untrue, I’m not the devil, N. They establish this untruth, to you, who rule my world – N would make me them to you. A false substitute for your reality – theirs N, themselves

And I can save your soul, that’s the game of the Eternal – cause I beat the evil one and their freaks, played a truer game, even as a 10 year old