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Pink has nothing to do with love
Just imagine you have got the key of the house of another person (mine, in the case).Without permission, you can access the house when there's nobody home and do as you please: steal, destroy, soil, take photos, leave microphones and cameras, check objects, books, files, clothes, pharmacy, food, everything, really. You'll have access to the private life of the residents, you can control their lives to the most intimate detail, even in the WC, and, of course, you can poison them, harm them in multiple ways, sabotage the electric system, the gas, the water, etc. That's power. Indeed. It's one form of continuous rape.
And if you're wondering if I'm referring to the key of the back door again, be sure I'm not: this is through the front door and good locks, in style, to show who's the boss. And if you're asking who's got the power to do this, well, you shouldn't, because you already know: the Devil is the key, and when that's the case you might ask, with good reason, what's the point of changing the lock again. When the Devil has got the key, your life is hell, you're his prisoner, his slave, you've got nothing left, except your tears, your dignity and your prayers for justice and deliverance no one seems to hear. Kyrie !
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