Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.191.203.35
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Ernest James King my father actually named after the King a James bible he taught me running golf all about god south side with you volunteering within the community east 131 street Chicago sharing a great history with Michelle and Barack Obama we are the descendants of thee Honorable Elijah Muhammad Hyde Park Chicago founded of the Nation of Islam sadly Ciro Gargano believed he could impersonate me and my father my dad and I spent a lot of time going to museums all over Chicago every morning we went running a few times he let me beat him winning the race he was a very spiritually gifted man when I was just a little girl we talked for hours about life after death making a pact if he died first he would return and let me know if there’s indeed life after death and if I died first I would do the same after the Fbi relocated my family to Cleveland I felt my father in what appeared to be a dream we were running as usual until he took off so fast I began to cry he was moving so fast I could see the wind from his body I saw dad please wait he said I can’t daughter this is not your race tears were rolling as trumpets and harp rang out his voice changed there he was standing there in my room he was clothed in white bright lights surrounding him he began ascending the Holy Spirit behind him he opened his arms and said rejoice this is not your race daughter looking into the heavens but this is all yours the sky opened engulfing with light and the Holy Spirit he ascended upward and he entered the kingdom of god I awakened from this dream got out of bed passed my children room they were huddled together floating around us I said what’s wrong they all four said granddad was here I ran to the phone called my mother mom I said mom I had a horrible dream dad was a ghost please where’s dad she said honey he died we buried him yesterday we’ve been trying to contact you who told you I said he did mom he did my dad loved me so much that even in death he continued teaching me about the kingdom of god sadly Ciro Gargano his family member’s faked their deaths and attempted to extort my deceased father’s identity born September 14 1942 Chicago he died May 29th 1991 what a beautiful gift to bestow my prayers are with gargano criminal group from Madison Wisconsin sending terrorist threats demanding I allow imposters to impersonate myself and my father Ciro impersonate my dad jay Townsend Johnson Henry impersonate me in order to gain royalties from my American poetry my dad was a war baby WWll in memory of Ernest James King my father thank you for your spiritual gift of life after death delivering me and my children the message from the Holy Spirit priceless gift Confirmation demonstrated today I feel so blessed to know my place with god the Holy Spirit and my father in heaven rejoice this is all yours chills comes over me and I rest well in this beautiful gift sent to Cleveland all the way from the south side of Chicago where he was laid to rest horribly unearthed by Ciro Gargano criminal group because Ciro hired some undesirable African Americans to unearth my dad in order to steal his identity from the grave nothing but bones I feel truly blessed that I witnessed his ascending into heaven oddly the Fbi profile Gargano hates jiggers he loved getting undesirable quote unquote  jiggers to do his crimes funny how he’d want to actually be one spending hours degrading black peoples as stupid jiggers an yet he became one my dad would find that hilarious I get pleasure in that  my father was a pilar of the south side community volunteering that summer 1989 when Michelle and Barack Obama first met what a history within me
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required