Jesus and The Parable of the Pigs

In the shadowy alleys of ancient Egypt, where the Nile shimmered under the light of a full moon and the whispers of the gods floated in the desert air, there lived a man named Khepri. He was a humble stonemason, his hands calloused from shaping the tombs of kings, but his heart was soft, filled with love for his wife, Nefertari, and their young son, Amenhotep. Together, they were the embodiment of joy, a family rooted in affection and laughter amidst the toil of their daily lives. But in the darkest corners of existence, there lurked a force that had never known such warmth—an ancient witch named Nefera. She was a being of terrible power, her soul twisted by lifetimes of jealousy, rage, and the endless hunger for love she could never feel. For centuries, Nefera had wandered the earth, binding herself to the souls of men, drawing them into her darkness, where love was a toy, and souls were nothing but jars to be filled and broken. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and Khepri’s family gathered for their evening meal, Nefera watched from the shadows. Her eyes glowed with a sickly green light, and her heart throbbed with envy. The love between Khepri and Nefertari was pure, something she could not understand. It burned her like fire, a light too bright to bear. And so, she decided—she would destroy it. That night, while Khepri slept, Nefera crept into their home, her form hidden beneath a shroud of darkness. She brought with her a vial of potent drugs made from the venom of serpents and the petals of cursed flowers, substances that could bend the mind and cloud the heart. She whispered ancient incantations, weaving a web of lust and confusion as she poured the potion into his lips. Khepri awoke to the sensation of something otherworldly—a presence unlike anything he had ever felt. The room was cold, though the night outside was warm, and in the moonlit gloom, a woman stood before him. Her beauty was unnatural, shifting, as though her face could not settle on one form. She was seductive, terrible, her dark hair flowing like ink and her eyes glowing with a hunger that chilled him to his core. Nefera smiled, her voice a hiss of power and desire. “You belong to me now, Khepri.” Before he could call out, she was upon him, her hands like iron, her lips searing his skin with a forbidden magic that tangled his thoughts and filled him with a terrible yearning. This was no mere seduction—this was something older and darker. It was the witch’s ancient art, sex magic, meant to break the bonds of love, to sever the joy that tied his soul to his family. As her magic took hold, Khepri felt something deep within him shatter. His love for Nefertari faded like a forgotten dream, and in its place, there was only emptiness. He no longer felt the warmth of his family, no longer remembered the laughter of his son or the touch of his wife. Instead, he was bound to the witch, trapped in a web of lust and torment. But this was not the end—this was only the beginning. For many lifetimes, Nefera bound her soul to Khepri’s, following him through the ages. Each time he was reborn, she found him, her energy slipping into his life like a shadow, her magic weaving the same fate over and over again. She toyed with him, taking new forms in each life—sometimes as a lover, other times as a stranger—but always there, always ready to humiliate him, to strip him of love and joy, to drink from the well of his despair. In each lifetime, Khepri’s soul became more and more broken, fractured by the witch’s cruelty. She delighted in his suffering, keeping his soul in a jar alongside the others she had collected, bound to her by the same dark magic. His life became a repeated pattern of pain, humiliation, and confusion. Every time he found love, Nefera would appear, shattering it with her dark enchantments, leaving him hollow. Her magic was insidious, for she could take many forms, manifesting as new relationships, new people, but the dynamic was always the same—humiliation, pain, and torture. Khepri would fall in love, but soon, his lover would turn cruel, or circumstances would conspire to tear them apart. It was always Nefera behind it, her influence stretching across lifetimes, her thirst for his suffering unquenchable. She was not bound to one body; she was an oversoul, an ancient being whose energy could embody many forms. Her presence was like a parasite, feeding on the misery of those she bound herself to. Each soul she claimed became a part of her, their suffering fueling her power, their despair filling her jar of souls. And yet, through all the lifetimes, through all the torment, Khepri’s soul still held a small ember of resistance. Buried deep within him was the memory of love—the love of Nefertari, the laughter of his son, the warmth of a family he could no longer remember but could still, somehow, feel. In one final life, Khepri began to dream—dreams of a woman with kind eyes and a child’s laughter. The dreams gave him strength, and though Nefera still haunted him, her power began to wane. The witch had never known love, but Khepri had, and in the darkest corners of his soul, that love still lingered. One night, in the midst of yet another torment, Khepri stood before Nefera and spoke words she had never heard from any of her victims. “You may bind me, torment me, and twist my soul,” he said, “but you will never know love. And that is your true curse.” For the first time, Nefera faltered. The truth in his words struck her like a dagger, piercing the darkness that had consumed her for millennia. In that moment, her hold on him weakened, and Khepri felt the

You think you are untouchable sitting at the top, I guarantee the higher up the further down you’ll drop. Just because you own it all, the state, the law and police, you think you’ve got away with it and this will bring you peace. But know that time’s a turning wheel, a cycle you can’t bend, No golden throne can shelter you when tides begin to end. The riches stacked beneath your feet, the lands and skies you claim, Will one day turn against you and remember all your names. The people see, the people rise, they learn from every scar, No wall you build, no guard you hire, can shield you from how far They’ll march against the systems that have tried to keep them bound, For justice sleeps, but wakes again, and turns all tables ‘round. Your titles won’t protect you then, your lineage or your gold, The power that you wield today will vanish when it’s sold. So listen close and mark these words, take heed of what you’ve sown. The higher up, the further down, you’ll reap what you have grown. You now have made me speak my mind you pushed us to the edge, with magic we do seal these words for justice we do pledge. I loose the power upon the world my spirit tribe it’s true, I send them out a hunting, spirit will come through. The world’s a joke, the system fails, it’s twisted, cold, and blind, It’s built to serve the greed of few, while leaving us confined. The chains you forge to hold us down, will shatter in due time, For every heart you’ve silenced now, will one day ring like a chime. So laugh atop your towers high, but tremble deep inside, For when the world awakens full, there’s nowhere left to hide. We’ve sealed these words, the spell is cast, our voices will be heard, Your kingdoms made of dust and stone will crumble at our word.

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