Thursday, May 16, 2024. There is a black book somewhere in someone's home. In the book are written names of ethnics, blacks, and coloreds that can be used for the next said reasons:
Use this black when you need a cover.
Use this colored when you need money.
Use this black when you need a body farm body.
Use this ethnic black and become them.
Who could these women be? One is Melania Trump. One is an Italian Queen, possibly Corleone-related. One is an African Queen that can have as many white female bodies as she can muster. I never did that...and now I am being skewered with falsified euthanasia orders from people who admit to stealing being their main desire.
I am infuriated that someone niggro, poor, and unsophisticated, throws my name in wagers, barters, promises, deals, and enslavement protocols. My, is it infuriating, antagonizing, it's degrading, and it births something demoniac in my mind to say to God, that he should assist me completely in demoniac terror. Especially since the angels have been freely killed by the government, individuals that I relied on, individuals that gave me a purpose, regardless of race. I am angered that their deaths are a painful burden, where I am reliant on the demons for survival. Even the demons were shocked and surprised at how scientists dominated them, by not holding fast to the order they thought they had. Scientists killed part of hell when they decided they would not be subjugated by me personally.
It's funny. A million-year-old demon should be killed to the scientific government. However, a black woman with just a social security assistance check would only live for 120 years, one would guess, and really be in the same category with the million-year-old demon. Hell, it is even weird to see that they would also murder heaven. The very men that cured AIDS, produced food, and taught royal hood, and civility, and gave life to everything with their penile seeds and cervical eggs, are now being made underneath whores that have nothing, to be killed in front of the black crackhead homeless man who leads the White House Administration. To be one thousand feet tall and refuse daily to kill and vanquish the mini men who needed espionage to understand eternity and genetics, just to be masticated and die in their mini AIDS-ridden greasy hands. When death sees their faces it crumbles in front of them. Killing them means that they have another planet and they are not sharing it. Planning the earth-wide decimation of everything they could not control.
Rest in peace heaven. Rest in peace hell.
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