EMPTY THE BUCKET
The pail is tilted, as its contents damage lives, hopes and dreams, your eyes can clearly see that it is, unfortunately; you allow your “lying eyes” to convince you otherwise as you squint to make it appear that the pail is upright, it freely spills hatred, misogynistic actions and attitudes, dereliction of duties and misrepresentation of the masses eerily soaking the horizon with misinformation, and labels itself a savior; empty the bucket!
Sadly, these “methods” are effective because far too many carry the pail of cowardice and have no regard for humanitarianism as the pail sheepishly refers to its actions having; self-restraint; empty the bucket.
Many carry the pail of despair because they have been psychologically raped, intellectually castrated, and systemically codified failing to recognize these atrocities that have been methodically reframed and camouflaged and distorted by those carnivorous wolves that are immaculately dressed as vegetarians pretending to promote healthy lifestyles while they gorge themselves at your expense on the finest cuisine that this land has to offer; empty the bucket.
The pail holds the verbal slop of these charlatans as they ferociously gobble up both the suspecting and the unsuspecting because they allow themselves to become the sheep of the “pied pipers” instead of the God that they so vehemently profess to serve; empty the bucket.
The pail is overloaded and drags the ground with adjectives, the pail is beautifully decorated with distortions and colored with crimson roses that are dipped in the blood of the murdered, the murdered that are deceased and those that remain on earth only to breathe through the bruised and often collapsed lungs of a polluted society; empty the bucket.
The pail carries within it telltale descriptions, massaging ill-fated utterances that strangles the very soul and snatches intrinsic faith with the swiftness of a tsunamis ripping through a heavily inhabited metropilous; “that’s the way the cookie crumbles,” “oh well,” “I did my best,” “I don’t deserve it,” “I did not work hard enough,” “I guess God is punishing me,” and hundreds of other misgivings that may or may not have one single thing to do with their current, future nor present circumstances; empty the bucket.
The bucket must be picked up, filled up and emptied, otherwise it will remain where it was or had been placed.
Your individual bucket may be in your immediate physical possessions, however; what you allow others to fill it with remains with your willingness to or not to; empty the bucket.
AS I TALK TO YOU I AM ALSO TALKING TO ME
THE MIRROR HOLDS AN IMAGE BUT THE SOUL HOLDS THE TRUTH
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