Endure

For a natural deviation/distraction that has since long passed and was mild for a man, with nothing physical that transpired, it was blown out of proportion, perhaps as justification for an extended vacation or spree.  And I guess that's fine, since I am currently constrained in currency having to take care of government obligations (plus my health problems), and I know how the hangers-on (who are talented deceivers) are ironically deeply valued and thus enjoying the advantages of their brainwashing.

Many years of blood, sweat, and tears, I poured into growing a tree for us, for our future, yet the parasites are the ones preying on the fruits and defiling the soil.  But no matter how the story is twisted, it will always remain a paradox of how deceptive parasites, who only defraud and exploit, are treasured, as opposed to the original and only laborer, who is now labeled an enemy because of a minor rebellious act triggered by years of maltreatment and toil.

My track record of deeds speaks for itself, and history as the truth-teller, I was there long before my light was eclipsed by the foreign objects.  Even so, despite me being overshadowed, their artificial luster and poisonous influence will not last forever, as their snakeskin reveals itself and their witchcraft fades.  Such is the difference between being consumed by the love of power, rather than nurturing the power of love.