Happy Christmas A,ll.

Little girl whose mom Tried to screw me, n I did not give her none, she could if she be tell Us

A True thing. But she didn't.

She just wouldn't. Could not bring herself no no no not that. Not the Truth. You can not ask that thee have no right! And when the money is gone,

so is all love. We are well on Our way. And all Our Truthing is bearing fruit. There is no stopping things now and this was Our only job. We are done. The rest is bonus. OK and tears. I liked and adore discovering unknown things. Child sex is a difficult thing to tangle with and We are going to not 

guide You All in this. You however must think inspite of lies to the contrary most people have some 

relation to sex in the home. And sex anywhere at all. But to have sex with a child is something We can not comment on. I have less qualifications than most. Just my uncle John trying to fuck me up the bum I had no clue what he was about and never gave it no thought until We was branded a pervert and unfit company for children. Then so are half the parents. This is not a tenable reasoning on any issue. This is playing blind man's bluff with the law. Knee jerk gut react. Speial the killing kind does nobody no good special if the state backs killing for any offence, has more killing in her provinces. Born out 100% of the time. Justice knows this. Yet maintains the right to cost human beings their life.

Even if they cause mine. Do Not Kill. Not that this is good for others, guilty slugs, it is best for You too.

Trust Us on this.  

Not until too late. But notice the left eye on this girl. Someone thinks that be supposed a mean 

sompin.

But I figure it be spoof. I can not imagine killing this child no matter what her mommy do.

She be another single mom trying to get by with no man. 

I have a lot of space for single moms. They know how to lie best of all. 

I was raised by one my love.

My whole theory is no God would make me say bye to thee twice in one lifetime.

But We do. Even though We be a spark of some long forgotten rhyme and

be left with not a thing but sand in Our hand. We did tell one lie.

Just recent like. 

And did not get away with that too.

Ciao Manhattan.

OK n Brooklyn too.

We be thy subtle King and no one knows but some chosen few? And fear Our thoughts and arisings and thee would forestall God's holy Plan for Us all in favor of say half of the population of man has not got some condition God did not intend. There is some good reason for all of Our preoccupation with children but why kill them. Yourself? I still do not empathize with the blood lust to kill a child. Yet We hear her majesty Lizzy bone Hanno sompin, has taken some ten, just like the one above, into her royal warms. 

What does one call this with alleged royal blood. OK and noble purpose but long as the temptation to be God above and kill to slake my own lusts is unseemly in any monarch. Can We say this?

Calling herself a voice of God for her people. 

We have not even begun. Somehow We will reach Our True people. 

Look at how successful You have been at stopping the mind of man from opening and you all heard tell of a day of reconning. But thought not in my lifetime but nobody could count on God's King Really having eyes everywhere, like even You tube be predicted but only in them last days and nobody be interested in none a that old rreligion jazz, and nobody never notice him but He be the Really deal. Being some silly old man? With all the wisdom of all ages within him. If ya listen to God at all.

We just see things and We see clearer than most. And you fear Us? For Our thots? I never killed no \

whistleblower No seth rich no nobody and thee want to suggest We be unfit company? For whom? Well, let Us take a look see. 

You open the contents of thy heart unto me. And I will, mine unto thee as well. And We can for real look and see who is, the grandest pervert of them all. I only got one lie on record. N I told on it. And tomorrow We ask forgiveness. Thank the ever

jumping Christ. N I be clean 

again. Listen to Jesus kjiddies Purify thy heart. It will do Y,ou good.
Can thee not feel the moon behind her eyes? To make thee moan was Our only
Prize. 

Evil is ending why bet on such a weak card to begin with? You all heard the wee voice of God saying

this could be more expensive than thee can now know. And thee told Him mind your own 

business fatso. I know I can see I know, was there. I am there with thee now. Inn

IT.

Can ye feel IT? Yet? No worry You will.

Blake Cushing  Rex.