Blessed be the Fruit

(Parallels of Fictional Tales and Real-World Spells)
 
There are these men who claim to have more
knowledge over women’s bodies. They issue laws
to have more control over them under the guise of
morality or God and all that that is pure, and so a
plan is formed, but it’s more of an ominous map
that seems to head toward this fictional dystopia
 
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Quoting scriptures, they look to these ancient laws,  
to a time when women were stoned to death if
they were caught in the act of fornication or some
other decree that defied the male authority.
 
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But now, the hypocrisy is obvious, shameless, and blatant
as it seems they have more skeletons in their closets
then there are bodies disposed of in ditches and  
graves. It’s an indoctrination when the extreme buys
into the idea and so they spew a rhetoric blanketed  
in beliefs they deem to be…divine.
 
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We see it throughout history, throughout cultures all
around the planet, even more so today with the aid
of technology. How many lives were threatened when
they spoke up? The Malala’s, the Parks, the Franks,  
the women who challenged the norms because they
had more to contribute…the Curies, the Nightingales,
the Kellers. How many times were they met with
indifference and resistance.
 
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I ask myself, what about those who had the chance
to speak up and didn’t? Those who subjugated because
they were too afraid or simply didn’t see the truth for
what it was. Perhaps it was the propaganda machine  
that twisted their view of reality, that it was better
to conform than be different from the norm in order
to be able to fit in.  
 
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But it seems some have bought into the ideology with
all their heart and mind, without regard for science
or facts. They’ve gotten so deep into it, they’re willing
to sacrifice their lives. They’re willing to support the  
men who oppress women simply because their lives
and views are somehow better than those who have
less.  
 
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But I guess, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
doesn’t really apply if you don’t have the resources
or wealth to do as you please. It seems like many have
fallen under a spell to sell their individuality for the sake
of preservation and status. It’s as if in tying the knot
with the hangman, they carry the noose. It’s as if marrying
the executioner, they get to hold the axe.