Wednesday, June 5, 2024. A giant-sized white hand that is related to Khadija Boergeon possibly continues lancing, shooting, stabbing, and yanking the beings that he finds in my apartment on his agenda. Meanwhile, the angels from Khadija Boergeon's apartment tried to dominate my apartment by spying on me and killing the angels, the goblins, the animals, the giant-sized men, and the faeries in my apartment. We are all civilized and are a part of civilization. We do not deserve to be experimental samples in a glass pod for CERN, MITRE, and other scientists, where Khadija Boergeon has relatives. who have been putting me through mass genocide for over 9 years now. The white hand in Khadija Boergeon's family massacred my Buckingham Palace relatives and also time travels their hands to find the angels, vampires, faeries, animals, Egyptians, Jews, Negros, Indians, and other people that I have relied on for companionship and survival. Even Auri Hughes the first as an angel from heaven was oppressed by Khadija Boergeon, after simply spending time with me in the apartment where his necro fluid lives. Even as an angel, he was oppressed to see if he was like an animal cerebrally and physiologically. Even Shirley Myers, Auri's mother was challenged with violence in heaven by Turks who are adjacent to the Yaseen's, the Boergeons, and unfortunately, some of them mask their widespread name as "Bin Laden," who can mass genocide angels in innocence for any reason at all, and subjugate whomever. Shirley's body was lured to India in a new vehicle, and eventually, Shirley's head was chopped off on national television. I had Shirley and Auri clones, they were challenged by so many men, Baik, Putin, and Bill Naylor, and they all only had violence for them. Even white men whom I find to be genetically superior seemed to be at risk. For some reason, everyone is a specimen, except for the hands of these experimentalists, mass genocides, and scientists, who all share DNA with Khadija Boergeon who claims to be from Morrocco. Rest in peace to the angels from heaven and to the goblins that call the royals their dear home. To the faeries that risked their lives to see if I had freedom, if I would survive in this tyranny. To the deities that died in war fare, that knew their way of life was being destroyed to only lead to slavery. You fought and you died. Now I am surrounded. Do not lower your deific hand. For it is better to die alone in war.
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