Written To Pastor Deborah Who Was Known As Pastor Jan At The Time
Written By One Of Pastor Deborah’s Spiritual Children Who Was Born Into Multi-Generational Satanism, But Who Had Accepted The Lord Jesus Christ As Her Lord And Savior And Who Was Baptized In Water and In The Holy Spirit
But Was Unable To Be Completely Free Yet From The Physical, Sexual, Emotional and Spiritual Captivity Of Being In A Chosen Blood Line Of Royalty Of Multi-Generational Satanism. She Was From One Of The 13 Royal Bloodlines Of The Illuminati Who Ruled On The International Council Of World Wide Satanism/The New World Order.
This Was Written And Sent To Pastor Deborah To Help Herself Deal With The Loss Of Ones She Loved And To Help Others Express The Pain That Has Been Hidden In The Secret Places Of Their Souls and In A Hidden Spiritual Kingdom, The Kingdom of Darkness.
Hidden, Yet Among Us.
July 2001
I’d Like To Go Home
Reclaim My Place
All These Stupid Little Faces
Looking Up At Me
The More Of You I See
The More I Wanna Scream!
Your Long Dark Hair
Your Pointy Fingernails
Your Ugly Dark Green Eyes
And All Your Little Lies
I Just Want To End This
Right Here
Right Now
What The Hell,
You Are Dead
But Left Me To Believe
You’d Be Coming Back One Day
Then You’ll Be Living Inside Of Me
I Wanna Get You Out
Want To Tear Your Freaky Faces OFF
Say One Thing
Then You’re No
What A Wasted Life
You Watch Me Bleed
I Walked Away
Your Lights Too Bright
I Cannot See
I Think It’s Unfair
That You Died
Before I Could Kill You
Make You Feel What I’ve Always Felt
Time And Again
A Never-Ending Cycle
You Came Into Me
Now Our Boy Is Dead
Like His Daddy, Uncle, And Brother
But The Mommy’s Still Alive
I Cannot Figure Out Why.
Why Am I Living?
Why Don’t They Just Kill Me?
What Purpose Does This Serve?
What’s To Gain Of Me Still Breathing?
I Cut To Release The Tension
The Walls Built Within Me
Come Crashing Down When Pain Becomes Part Of The Living
No Sense Do I Make
Mad Hatter Is Come Take Me
We’ll Fly To Heaven, Almost There
And Then He’ll Drop Me
I’ll Come Crashing Down Again
Falling In A Bloody Pool
Of Shattered Dreams
That Were Almost True
Then Taken Away From Me
Now The 1 That’s Here
Hates Me
Doesn’t Trust Me, Doesn’t Want Me
So What Do I Do?
Think About My Death And It Helps To Pass The Time Away
And Maybe Soon, I Will Too!