There was a murder euthanasia of an Indian boy in my apartment complex. He was told to stay inside of his apartment all day and eat food. He obeyed the voice that he heard in his apartment. Slightly thereafter, he was killed violently in his apartment. His mouth was ripped open and his body was brutally shot and killed. Holes were in his clothing I was shown his image with a translucent image, possibly A.I. related. I was asked if I knew him. I said, "No." He called out my name before his death. Over fifteen years later, someone started talking to me in my apartment and saying not to leave my apartment. Now the same man claims that he is trying to euthanize me based on him being the King of England's son, who believes that I should not move forward, as he chooses a thuggish black woman as his bride and not his mother as he planned. He is no more. The King of England's son that says he is my son, is no more. He claims that he chose to kill our babies and has since garnered a thuggish black wife that can embezzle from my financial accounts, steal my clothing, steal my blog, steal my face and my racial genes, and move on with American comfort.
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