Bukowasi

 

The market society is the onus of this system, and it must be destroyed, man must go back to farming and fishing what he eats just as God intended, the entire superstructure is a lie and unsustainable.

The entire market is the structure of witchcraft.
Man dealing in money is singular curse upon his existence.
Phone is Ofor and the tool of control and tracking, money is the conduit and tether to every mind, suppressing it. Their positioning and placements in the market is determined by their position in the occult

Market is the exact replica and blueprint of life as it happens in the other world money is the root of all evil. Patronage wheedling becomes the entirety and the waste of human life. Destinies are bought, double entendre are used to sell and buy increase a pace, sales and time being gone. That is why they always ask you for the time? Time is your life.

Where are you? We are going to buy his market, they see every man as market that they have to buy, the Yorubas are the singular most accursed people on earth, they destroyed the trees and made it a money run world so that they and their djinns can have control of this world.

We have lost the bounty of the rivers and the forest so as to give way for this demonic Babylon world that operates with the modus operandi of the witches world.
Every money you touch is a dower on your destiny, cleanse your self constantly with sacrifices. In a nutshell money get funnelled in intricacies mined from the pillage of the world for fleeting orgasms for a demonized greed we call a human, remorseless they are herded for destruction and implosion, this differed folly of blood mined, exchange is what they refer to as the economy and run a worldwide charade with. 

The economy is fake, there was never any money in the first place.
Desperate and depraved they have forgotten who they are, money is their god, shit is their food, blood is their money, smoke is their breath and they are looking for hell, all the while they are in it.
Nothing money buys last, still they kill for it, all the norms of this world is tied to money, making them all false.

Who has placed this curse upon us? Who would dare cast a tent in Hell?

A man can be placed inside a tumbler glass and covered inside a box as stored property for money.
All these destruction of a person is done for money, there's no money anywhere, you are the one they are spending you are in a prison.

Sex is the driving force behind witchcraft being a unifier it is everybody, Many have to do the work, as they don't understand how deep it goes

I know My job now is to go after those children with light brain which have been slated for madness for money and and liberate them.

Give him the Bible, read Psalm or suttasteach them propriety and how to control the god given money and Destin and to Liberate them selves.
The ore of money is blood, your blood and they mine and makes for us the market society, without money the entire system would not function, which is why they don't preach family planning, human are their cattle their chattel.

Using sex and food to retard him, drown him in folly his retardation is sealed in marriage
She drinks malt and waves her leg sending pheromones to you 
It's systematic corollary angered in cahoot, there goal is to wear your our with so many lids on your psyche I wake with cigarettes spit out there love juice and walk to wherever I'm going that how i have managed to keep my brain sharp after all these years that i should have been dulled and made fat.
Lizard water, essence, speed the onuses of destruction, a woman has become a curse on this world. Unchecked she transmute blood into money and like the apple, she gave it to the man.
You have to surpass the woman in mental height to defeat her, she has been menstruating since she was fifteen that blood on the ground that is sacrifice 
They are dangerous because they have access to your nerves they will weakening and damage it.

Thia is the other kind of ritual killing it is a submerge, a drown in the spittle of love cured by swallowing ash before sleeping
Life is about mind superiority a mind must bow to that which is superior to I and we pull in the limit of each other catharsis, it iszs not easy to keepup with society without some of insanity and delusions people sling as a girdle,

 they were better off naked, better off not being born.

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