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JHORE JIHADI domestic terrorist IKJ reckless endangerment 15 convictions
From ISIS to J HORE totally
unafraid of the JIHAD domestic
threat arriving to end my
life over my American poetry
accompanying Rasta yago
waving a 9MM driving a
Tahoe parked next to her
dark blue Hyundai seated
with an arson murderer
of 9 elders homeless
veterans attacking me funny
by god’s grace I contacted
special agent Paula Brand
Arlington heights Chicago
blessings Charlie Crist office
the severe horror my stalker
JHORE nothing more than
An ISIS American terrorist
seated at my townhouse
door shooting through a
crowd of children screaming
she’s a rat kill her I survived
this assassination attempt
Ciro Gargano organized car
bomber arson murders of 9
three of the victims were
disabled elderly women left
behind on breathing machines
Heart pulmonary disease I
remember the contents of
the tailor shop stored in CIRO’S
shop the smell of soot smoke
fumes coughing he could never
sell those garments suits coats
stored for years until the second
arson killing the homeless man
after he torched the garments
years later do you sew the fbi
questioning the tailor shop was
the target all these years
Magdalene Deck stays with
me the woman holding on to
the drapes at the window
nylons in flames fumes from the
shop lingers as I suffer asthma
pulmonary disease heart disease
his twisted JIHAD JHORE
obsession to my American
poetry an impersonator
murdering burning people
alive to resume their identities
cloning Americans faking thier
deaths paying corruption grossly
falsifying creating hell on earth
allowing early release for repeat
severe violent offenders terrorists
threats reckless
endangering battery hit and run
IJK over 15 convictions others
including Man die stabbing five
persons with a butcher knife blood
was everywhere 20 convictions
how dare you my god my god
you are complete organized corrupt
JIHAD JHORE domestic terrorists
I am blessed to have survived your
brutal wrath intimidation bullying
fear being your victim shame on you
Ciro lucifer belzebub Diablo shaytan
satan you will forever burn in your
own fires of hell never ever to be
redeemed i smell your skin boiling
a mist of blisters hitting hot floors
wailing agony pus draining over and over
again seeping through cracks
of redemption and pain nothing
left except an old tattoo a heart
with an arrow piercing it that
reads MOM a sizzling piece of flesh
with burned roses as a scab is all thats
left of you now you are no longer human
you faked your death to become the devil
I know that now igniting that car bomb in
my face to silence me for witnessing your
arson murders of 9 persons unable to
escape your fires because they were
bed ridden on breathing machines
oxygen machines the men in wheel
chairs confined to hospital beds
you killed them just like the fbi
said how cruel your meet up gasoline
poured on dust pans placed under
each door around the tailor shop
Sadly my girls and I sleeping in a
tow truck more fumes Christmas eve
1984 I lay suffering with pneumonia
listening to you rant raving giving orders
dynamite hand grenades dust pan
the heist of the century the garment
district great score except for the 8
people left behind with no air my night
terrors are of Magdalene trying to get
to the window covered with burgular
bars locked the smoke rushed
upstairs quickly burning very very
slow while your crew loaded the
truck from the arcade loads
of stacks and stacks of wrapped
fabric wool coats silk suits slacks
shoes hats stored in back of the
shop the family billiards kaplan
clothing owner was afraid to store
the contents of the tailor shop the
contents was stored the north
chicago cab company next door
all those years until you emerged
from prison and mayor Bobby
Thompson and the building
commissioner began putting
citations on property on sheridan
road 1998 you were furious your
property autioned off to African
American city officials so you vowed
to torch every building on sheridan
road in the wee hours on the morning
same time as the Christmas eve murders
another arson victim 9 homeless
sleeping on the floor contents of the
tailor shop finally torched emco
chemicals employee my abusive
ex now i overstand why he tried
to break my arm why he brutally
beat his entire family Christmas eve
to intimidate me to silence me
once and for all thats why you faked
your death to become the devil to
murder me for writing in a diary
about you and my abusive ex husbands
murders that resulted in the fbi
placing wires on my unborn children
to buy weapons and drugs from
currupt city officials my wearing
wires pregnant buying weapons
allowed special agent Alan King
to switch the judges from Plunkett
to Bua getting your time cut on cocaine
convictions but not your weapons
charges under the 1984 weapon act for
repeat offenders 25 to life because
of your burglaries with weapons
4 counts two assualt rifles
the two hand guns one used on
Lisa ann carnes march 1984 unsolved
murder and two hand grenades I was
beaten for years by abusive ex husbands
both your accomplices running for my
life writing in a mental health journal
coping with night terrors of your murders
awakened to smoke filled rooms wailing
speaking only to therapists weeping of
Magdalene Deck I couldn't understand
then who was she why do she haunt
me for decades I wrote I needed closure
I needed to help Magdalene find peace
my keeping this mental health journal
resulting in you sending JHORE JHADI
to burgulrize my home ripping my diary
ripping my poems on my nightstand
finally impersonating me identity fraud
data breach attempts on my life my prayers
are with Mary mama Gargano whose
spirit is dangling here hell on earth suffrage you
created for her watching over the devil forever
and ever flee from me I rebuke you the power
of christ compells you in the name of the father
the son and the holy spirit thanks be to god
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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