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"Run It Back:The Case Files" by Kandayia Ali (Poem/Lyrics Below)

"Run It Back:The Case Files" by Kandayia Ali (Poem/Lyrics Below) is an investigative companion piece examining how ritualized psychological and spiritual abuse operates through coordinated gaslighting, identity cloning, record manipulation, and character assassination. The work explores the use of symbolic practices (including effigies, altar-based targeting, and coercive “root work”) as mechanisms for fear conditioning, group compliance, and survivor erasure. When systems rely on denial, setups, blackmail, and humiliation to suppress truth, Run It Back functions as a forensic replay—documenting how memory, evidence, and integrity persist even when institutions attempt to rewrite reality. Lyrics/Poem: The case files... Run It back.. Ghosted.. fake death certificates. Walking dead precog, God first initiate. Played with a life, jokes cut, roasted. Preemptive parties, evil deeds toasted. Fake face replaced the original, but the origin remains... LET'S GO. You don't have to listen to the warning - you will remember what I said. Shook souls stare at the doll of me that looks back - remote views turn into news, the stories crack. Crazy ain't crazy no more - now, look at that. Never miss the target, bull's eye on the bully's back- no prisoners taken. ORDER IN THE COURT! Run It back... Called out my name- sanity flipped insane. Now scratching membranes scrambling to cover. Wasn't even in the room, still was discovered. Whole life hovered, targeted a sniper. Put poison on the plate- Snaked a Queen viper. Protected stand back, whole life hacked. Lies spoken proudly, running back, records tracked. Receipts - proof, evidence? I am relevant. Irreversible actions, dark entities at the residence. The dirt stolen from a grave creates slaves that will get the whip cracked cause they couldn't even behave. Denied, tried, coming for an ego breaker- generational battle soldier- spiritual risk taker. Wanted to assassinate the character traits that make one's great escape look like an unarguable debate. Soon 50-- -with sensed intuition for incensed souls that didn't know that hatred wasn't the way to go... "let'em know!" bless it. been tested. YES- I have nothing, I am nobody, yet I am self-made. Knowing the value of the mission prevents the soul trade. I never claimed to be anything, other than what I'm here to do- which is to pull the masks off and backs off evil archonic residue.. Pushing the same narratives, pushing the same curses- investing in dark work, demons thinning out their purses. Thank you to those who felt that I wasn't worth it. Catalysts to a greater gift. Universal laws in effect- guards changing- stand down. titles shift. © 2026 Kandayia Ali - IAMOmni: The Ophanim Society (Music Group). All rights reserved. Content and materials may not be copied, altered, or reproduced without permission.