The Blade of Deceit
The blade swings left. The blade swings right. Deceit is a blade which cuts deeper than a knife—the blade of deceit cuts to the soul. Yesterday the blade of deceit cut Imalta. I swung the blade back, her way; she never saw it coming and she felt safe in my arms. Oh, the shocked look on her face, the pain in her eyes. She asked me why. More
The blade swings left. The blade swings right. Deceit is a blade which cuts deeper than a knife—the blade of deceit cuts to the soul. Yesterday the blade of deceit cut Imalta. I swung the blade back, her way; she never saw it coming and she felt safe in my arms. Oh, the shocked look on her face, the pain in her eyes. She asked me why. I told her: I am a snake and snakes bite. She looked confused, clearly not understanding what I meant. She died full of pride; ignorant, that she was in the arms of the enemy and that she was the greatest cause of her own downfall.
Imalta was educated, well groomed, and rich. No one would have guessed she could have been so ignorant. Ignorance is a silent, unknown pain, and a killer that can be dealt with by only the humble in heart. We all are ignorant in some way. Admitting it is painful, lifesaving, and a beacon of light for those who address their ignorance well. Imalta lived in the dark. She was her worst enemy, and I was her enemy’s best friend. Imalta and I worked together to hide the truth from her; I lied a lot and she ignored the truth a lot. Imalta did not want to know the truth; it did not line up with who she claimed to be and who she was in the mirror. I told her what she wanted to hear and encouraged her to be who she claimed to be. If Imalta would have humbled herself, and embraced the truth, she would have seen the blade coming.
Imalta loved me and I loved her like a pimp. It was hard pimping Imalta. She could not be pimped in a conventional manner. Her pride would never let a man run over her and she was too ignorant to be scared. I had to use pimp love, and capture her mind, then her heart. Where a person’s treasure is, is where their heart is. What she treasured most was how she felt about herself. Pimp love is like witchcraft and pimps are like warlocks; they cast spells using self-esteem, which allows them to control woman by playing with their desires and their self-image. If you know what a woman wants, or if you can trick her into wanting something she thinks you have, then you got her. I used pimp love to control Imalta.