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I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO ORDERS HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG BOMB DETECTIVE PARTS THE GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP GATHERED IMPOSTERS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS CATRINA BELL MIKISSICK CONVICTED VIOLENT OFFENDERS OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY HACKING INTO MY LIFE A SEVERE DATA BREACH BULLYING ME WITH INTIMADATION IMPOSTERS BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TAKING DOWN CATRINA BELL MIKISSICK HER CORRUPT FAMILY OF JUNK SICK OFFICERS SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER WEARING BADGES COMMITING IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME SADLY I HAVE SUFFERED FOR YEARS IN CONSTANT CONSTANT CONTACT WITH THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION PLEADING FOR THE IDENTITY FRAUD TO STOP CORRUPTION AT IT'S ABSOLUTE FINEST BULLYING A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED DISABLED AMERICAN IT IS HORRIFIC HORRIFYING MY DEATH IS BEING PLOTTED IN ORDER TO COVER UP THESE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS WITH BADGES JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS FROM TAMPA SEVERE DATA BREACH ON MY MEDICAL HEALTHCARE BANK FRAUD MAIL FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD THIS VICIOUS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IS INDEED A VERY DANGEROUS VIOLENT OFFENDER HABITUAL IDENTITY FRAUD IN AMERICA WHILE MY DISABLED SPOUSE AND I ENDURE HORRID THREATS EVERYTIME WE ATTEND DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS FORD TRUCKS TRY AND RUN US OFF THE ROAD BECAUSE THE DETROIT MAFIA CONTROLS THIS CRIMINAL GROUP IDENTITY FRAUD EXTREME TERROR BULLIES ATTACKING DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED FAMILIES IN ORDER TO FUND ELDERLY MOBSTERS GAMBINO BONNANO COLOMBO LUCHESE GENOVESE FAMILY BULLIES INTIMIDATING DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES EXTORTING HEALTHCARE THE MAFIA NO LONGER WHACKING BOSSES IN SPARKS STEAK HOUSE THE SCORE IS NOW DISABLED AMERICANS DISABLED VETERANS BEING BULLIED BY THE AMERICAN MOB CENTRAL STATION DEARBORN MICHIGAN FORD LINCOLN REALIZING THE MAFIA IS ALIVE STRONGER THAN EVER CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER HEALTHCARE FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD BANK FRAUD MAIL FRAUD DISABILTY FRAUD CYBERATTACK ATTACKING ME FOR BEING A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BULLIES
Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.
Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season,
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.
I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.
Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553. She was convicted of high treason. She and
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on
February 12, 1554. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
She arrived driving a black cougar red
interior a dark pony tail she was the only female
agent so she would always install the wires on
my unborn child she was working under FBI
Leroy Heimbach he would become supervisor
for the Milwaukee FBI they were both out of the
federal bureau of investigation Chicago investigations
into corrupt officers selling drugs led to the arrest
of Catrina Bell Mckissick my stalker attacked me in
broad daylight with four gang members two men held
both my hands while catrina bell brutally punched
kicked scratched pulled my hair my only escape was
being a dancer I leaned into the men holding my arms
and used my legs to break free both men released me
I fell to the ground face to face with detective my attackers
uncle Richard Mckissick he warns me i better not go to court
or else because Catrina Bell was his niece she already brutally
beat four other women including a rite aid clerk and a car bombing
I went to court my life has been threatened every since
it was special agent Paula Brand convicted the corruption
operation all the dealers including Catrina Bell was convicted
six years what a blessing she became a queen pin gangster
disciple gang leader behind bars controlling recruiting female gang
members the Wisconsin women prison actually intimidating
inmates to give false statements against FBI informants
witnesses victims and their children in order to convict innocent
prey and grant early release for severe repeat habitual violent
offenders in Wisconsin to allow terrorist back on the streets
special agent Paula Brand warned me never ever return to this
deep dark organized crime corruption operation a vicious stealth
a tangible intimidating wrath craving my blood craving my death
I am America
A man was convicted for rape even though he didn't commit that crime.
He'll be branded a rapist for the rest of his life and that's a long time.
When this man slept with a woman, he promised to wear a condom but he did
not.
He didn't deserve a rape conviction but that's what he got.
Rape is making a person have sex by force.
Not by neglecting to wear a condom during intercourse.
I'll be the first to admit that what that man did was wrong.
And he probably does deserve his jail sentence that is long.
But he shouldn't be called a rapist, that's not fair.
Such injustices might not happen if people were more aware.
Form:
THE GARDEN OF LOVE AND GUILT
Judas, was destined to be the traitor to betray our Saviour,
Paid 30 pieces silver for him to perform guilty behavior
Satan had entered this man who told the authorities,
To follow Our Saviour, and the one he kissed
Among the majorities,
Would be Jesus, the innocent son of God, that they should arrest,
And so it took place, then Jesus was tried and
Convicted, this blessed
Holy man sent by God, convicted of being treacherous
And claiming to be King of the Jews for which he was
Deemed to be dangerous,
He was to be crucified, as a common criminal!
A new era for many was about to take place in Biblical
History – Jesus had to carry his own cross through the streets
Of Jerusalem, through to the Hill of Calvary, where he meets
And is crucified between two thieves,
He suffered unimaginably on that stark wooden cross, he heaves
His body one last time, His last words
Heard from this Son of Man, Our Lord
Were, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit”.
And then he died,
And Mary his mother cried!
Jesus thus took upon him the sins of humanity,
And so began the New Testament and Christianity.
Through truth conviction is gained.Through grace mercy is obtained.Through creation light and darkness are formed.Through peace,truth,grace,,light ,and darkness evil always comes in to create a storm to make reality a complete and real form. All of these things are done to be a true form,metaphysically,scientifically,done without harm. Judgement is complete,and justice is gained when the one who strive with his maker,maybe to try and return to their maker realizes that the maker,can be a life giver,or a life taker.Is this why some call God "The Creator",and Jesus Christ the Savior?They Labor! Giver,taker,of light,darkness,peace,evil,truth,grace,happiness maker,or peace taker,or evil creator,,love maker,and most truly, judgement partaker,to be a convicted,or exzonerated,as "Creator.
Forgotten Souls
There are people on the streets
Sitting on cement, ignored.
Without a care from others
Why their lives were torn apart.
There are abused children
Who no-one tried to save.
Silence won over speaking up
Some went to their graves.
There are wounded animals
In cages with no friend
Waiting for a loving home.
There are strangers who are judged
By those who know nothing.
There are wrongfully convicted
Stuck misunderstood in their prison
Unable to prove their case.
We are no better than forgotten souls.
Let us not forget them
Or the meaning of life.
To give, to love, to care, just care.
For one another here.
This journey is not a race and
They are not merely spectators.
Heidi Sands
As I look in the mirror what do I see
A beautiful face smiling back at me
Her back has been against the wall with
a few options to employ
Enjoyed the pleasures of happiness has in store
Yet mistakes are made
Odd ways make me feel convicted of
good or bad decisions that day
But, hey who's perfect
However, never let no one kill your purpose
By displaying and guiding through the
true unbearable imperfects
Lessons taught
When you've been through
it all
Where you've walked the
paths of doing your own thing and just
talk
That's why I pray before I start the day
Lord help me and show me what
to do or say
I have to make sure nothing
hinders in any way
Help those who helped you
And bless others in Jesus Name
Even when the devil feels as of his plans are working
But God sees him sliding and lurking
Knowing he has one on deck just for you
While he continues searching
I am certain that someone is used by him daily
Jesus save me for you've died on the Cross
for my sins; loved me anyway when I'm failing
To love and enjoy life came with a price
that you already paid
Yet we forget and become angry about how things
came to play
Understand the flesh
When fed it grows strong enough to weaken the
spirit and make you feel worthless
As a gentleman, God looks at me
And what does he see
His daughter bleeding in her soul
and filled with no peace but insanity
Waiting for me to come to the
So caught up in my noisy lifestyle decisions
had made me flee
Now finding my way back home
Is where that smiling face comes from
I've made it and have beat the odds
Now things has healed and show no pseudo
I'm grateful for the big and
appreciate the small
That's why I'm thankful of
how I've gotten this far
I walked beyond the ease of youth,
and refused the prosperity
given to an ignorant mind.
Over years you revealed the truth;
every heart morbidly aligned,
leaves nothing seen with clarity,
lapses into vulgarity.
Utter disgust seeps out of me,
spiritually I now see.
Convicted a past void and dead,
carved sand dunes of Indian red.
The one way back, God's call will sing
a new impassioned coloring,
it will always cost everything.
In every season of a loss,
get back up to lean on The Cross.
Written in the books of Heaven,
three hidden measures of leaven.
Belief begins to underwrite
the end of sorrows — have to trust,
to endure and finish the fight,
hanging onto your word, I must.
He was a man of God but that thug didn't care in the least.
That animal walked into a Parish and murdered the Priest.
When he was arrested, he said that he killed the Priest because he hated God.
People were very unhappy because of what he did, they sure didn't applaud.
He was convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to life in jail.
But God didn't want him to be in prison, he wanted him to be in Hell.
God made that man become ill and he gave him Staph Infection.
He suffered tremendously and then he died of that affliction.
Now he's burning in Hell and he's begging God to let him out.
But he can't escape his torment no matter how loud he shouts.
As his flesh burns, he wishes that he hadn't killed that Priest.
Now he will spend eternity with Satan who is the Beast.