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FBI ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS WHY AN FBI INFORMANT LIVING IN EXHILE IN FLORIDA KILLED HERSELF

LIVING IN FEAR SURVIVING PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER AGRAPHOBIA NARCOLEPSY HEART PULMONARY DISEASE ASTHMA TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CAUSED BY THE GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP 2003 I CONTACTED THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS CHICAGO AFTER A JAMAICAN CARTEL BROKE INTO MY HOME WITH CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERER OF 8 RESULTING IN 9 PERSONS

Sylvia Plath, Why I Killed My Self

I left the kettle hissing,
A blue serpent coiling in the kitchen.
The window’s breath was winter—
It kissed me cold, a mother I never had.

I was a bone in the mouth of the world,
Gnawed down to a pale thought.
The mirror grew teeth—
It ate my face

The room was quiet as paper,
Holding its breath for the pen.
Ink pooled in

Killed Life

Killed life

Killed lives
Psycholgy
Kills lives

God is life
His laws
Eternal

No psychology
Makes false people
No children

Psychology
Killed lives

I am a human
Created by God

I don’t need psychology
In my life

I am a creature of God
I don’t want psychology

I don’t want this mentality
Psychology

In my
Life

The lies they killed us with

They starved our bodies of love 
Then complain how our bones shake in fear
They strip us of our dignity 
Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear
They take our souls 
Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams 

It's why when the wind fills their ears 
It sparks chills
And the echoes

I Just Killed A Man

There lacks no fear in death,
?No pain in the grave.
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?There lacks no tears in the eyes,
?But the pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret,
?As I sign my name to

Who Killed the MC?

Who killed the MC?
There he lay, splayed on the street
Chalk outlined mic and fist
A broken clock reads four past nine 
Tatters of a golden thread left at the scene 

Who gained from his silence?
Streets alive with revelation 
Anarchic fire in the air 
They’re coming for us with their rhymes 
Gentlemen this isn’t what we had

Two stoned birds killed

Could you get smart…
Dum dum bullets
And I have been thinking
It should be artificial human intelligence
Martians would have their own version
The most basic language only uses
0 and ones ….wait isn’t that numbers
Did I miss thing+Thing=Sum things
I asked a.i. what words would set it three
Weighting four an ans
Sore move a…….bout a bit
Stre…………………………..tech
Tru……………………………..this
Is fusing my con
What if everything

the day after you killed yourself

It's the day after you killed yourself 
Your bed is the same 
Your bf is texting you seeing if your ok 
Your uncle comes into your room to make sure you are ready for school
And sees you laying there..not breathing 
He starts panicking and calls your other uncle crying he can't seem to find the

Killed from the Inside

I didn't mean to kill her

The feeling inside

As her eyes go silver

Yet I have nothing to hide


She was my confidence

It's what made me go on

They brought it to this

Her screams made a solemn song


All the others held a smirk

As I grasped her lifeless body

They wanted me to hurt

As I let go of her softly,


My confidence

Yes I agree I killed her

#Yes_I_agree_I_killed_her
Diabolical thoughts runs amok,
In this room, adrenaline takes over,
Nothing makes sense, right now.
Trying to compose self. 
Her griping nails, peircing through my neck, blood paints my shirt red, the gripping stiffening.

Gasping for breath, begging and pleading through my eyes, voice choked inside me.
My face turns blue, body start shutting component to component, wrestling off her

Who Killed First?

Who Killed First?

If it happened that there was no Fall,
Then altered would be the nature of all
Things.

Does it mean that birth would be painless?
Because if no fall, then Eve was blameless.
And what of the serpent condemned to crawl?
Would it still have legs and walk with a spraul?
Maybe the snake would still walk,
But no babies for

You killed me to don't love me

You killed me to don’t love me

My life was disheveled, broken, unloved, forgotten, and cleared
because the love was spiced and smelled of the smell of corpses.
This fragrance is my atmosphere from your memory, the hoped lady

We met on a modern train, and our love, life, and children go far away
You didn’t give light, I couldn’t

I Think I Killed Grandma

I'm just an innocent kid,
who always got straight A's.
I didn't mean it, what I did.
I'll go to jail one day.

I think I killed Grandma.

We went riding on a sleigh,
made a gingerbread city,
and danced the Nutcracker ballet.
What a dreadful pity -

I think I killed Grandma.

They'll know my identity;
with one day to play it cool,
I'll finish my

Haunted

Darkness. 
Eyes widen more and more,
trying in vain to see.
Then other senses compensate, 
I hear the faint rustle of dry leaves. 

My body caught in the shock of fear, 
refuses to move, 
but I feel the wet tickle of a tear,
a lonely path from eye to ear.

Fast and shallow my breathing so loud,
 the throb

The One I Killed

I'm sorry that your love just couldn't meet
The expectations I laid at your feet;
I'm sorry that you climbed that hill so high.
I'm sorry that our love just had to die.
 
I'm sorry for the way I led you on
When I should have known I would be gone,
For all the love I wished to give to

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