Liar. Deceiver. Manipulator.

You sit on your pedestal expecting everything and everyone to come to you. Kali-ma, you wear your victims around your neck. Life is languid, effortless until it doesn't agree with you. In the face of any opposition or slight remark against your reign, you become feral, lupine, incoherent. You plan your life and future around your whims or rather your latest long distance-flavored escape plan. You don't dream. You have no vision. Your soul is as empty as the darkest sky, but you will attempt to radiate the sun and the moon if it means gratification in the end. You are more judgemental than the most convicted Southern Baptist. When trapped you bleed excuses and breed scapegoats. Your core personality is as fake as a first date's love song. Why are you here? What do you hope to accomplish? Money and doormats make the world go round. You'll get neither from me. Let me introduce you to your first dissenter. I will bring your throne crashing down and deliver you to the beast. Go back from whence you came, Mata Hari!