SAINT TWENTY

“At the end of the day everyone just wants to be cool and beautiful. Think about it, that’s the premise of most movies, shows and books.” This is why I thank god everyday for my beauty, it is a gift given unmerited and to have it naturally bestowed is a blessing. The world yields for the beautiful, it always has and always will. And those who have no access to such a world notice it most. What I found in the past two days is a real life craft, a group of misfits who wanted the world, but weren’t pretty enough to be in. So their leader, made a plan, definitely called ugly all her life, which she is with her thin eyebrows, thin lips, uneven nostrils, extra skin on the other side of her nose, uneven chin, close together ugly eyes, a ratty ponytail, terrible taste in clothes, a non existent body, to get a man renowned for his high standards in women, in an attempt to force the world to see her as beautiful. For fame and money. I have found her on multiple troll accounts, trying to sway the opinion of his fanbase. The things she said, the lengths she goes through, reveals a woman mentally unstable, desperate, delusional and dangerous.

You and your coven have broken rules even the mightiest of god doesn’t break, by taking away the freewill of two people, in love no less. And you’re still irrelevant, because you’re that basic and ugly. Notice all the articles she forces them to use gorgeous and glamorous. You feel entitled to a persons lifestyle by any means necessary. You are disgusting and seem to think you can create a seed through such darkness, evilness and that seed will not show you darkness tenfold? You created a bond from darkness, the bond on your behalf will return. You will regret the tie that binds. Nothing will go as planned or in your favor.

You didn’t glamour the whole world darling, so no, we all still have eyes. You ain’t it. You got beat with the ugly stick, HARD. You thought you were going to be a socialite, with endorsement deals and an empire. So off, you skipped surgery, like normal people would get. You sold stories insulting my beauty, as if I would ever be second to you, as if he would have picked you, a nobody, over her. To give you a baby she wanted, to make yourself seem special, it’s pathetic. You blocked me first, you will not be unblocked. I’m not someone you disrespect. You will pay to the highest decree for what you’ve done. You not so big and bad now that I took your powers right? What happened I thought you were a bad girl, a boss bitch? Run pull up now that you know who the f*ck I am. And remember everyone, if somethings out of character investigate. Thank god the dead speak to me to find peace. Artist: Alexis Chivir-Ter