Dr. Death; plus, Notary Fraud--Part 3

   
   "Dr. Death; plus, Notary Fraud--Part 3"
   
   Jacked up on Seroquel, Haldol, Xanax, and drug into a notary to sign her intentions over, of unsound mind and body, as directed by two crooked attorneys, so that her son and her are robbed blind, while in traumatic states of illness.  You insidious fools cling to Darwin's delinquency.  Now the money has been shuffled all the more.  They cover their diabolical tracks, protected by a guild of thieves.  They hunt the poor, as King David had determined, and righteously so, thinking it through as the little shepherd boy.  Children of crooked attorneys eventually find out who their parents really are; next, despise themselves for being of such wicked stock.  Then, they're put on medication--if you take medication--you are a drug addict--know it.  You're just as bad as the rest, but you lie to yourselves.  
   Doctors remember:  physician and nurse error is the one of the leading causes of death.  You murder more people than crack cocaine and tobacco combined.  You don't attempt to heal; you only treat symptoms.  She doesn't take all that toxic garbage now.  That cocktail mixed by the devil.  They had her in the grave numerous years ago--me too.  Now they run for cover.  We're watching you and your witches, Doctor Death.  Why don't you make your mother proud and become the Clinton Surgeon General?  Joycelyn Elders is a real Hippocrates.  An educated woman.  Goes to show.
   Like my neighbors.  He drinks because his wife doesn't fear God.  Nor does his over-sexed daughter.  They think their shit doesn't stink.  Gossips.  I watch as she makes her rounds in the neighborhood, offering serpent-tongued charms, when she plots to plant seeds of death.  Drink hubby, for it's not gonna kill you, but she will.  Every spouse wants their partner to die first, unless they fear God.  As the Virgin Mary declares:  "Those proud in their imaginations will fall; next, those who fear God will be lifted up.  And I shall be call blessed for every generation."  And She still is.  But the phonies take Christ off the Cross.  They spit on the Crucifix.  They don't stand with the Mother, Brother, and Sister of Christ at Calvary.  The resent their sins.  Hate God for their problems, when they are to blame for being ugly, like my neighbors with cottage cheese in the thighs and buttocks--yup, we're all a bunch of sons of bitches.  Yet my mother has more beauty, and beauty has her way, for God lit her candle with angelity before her birth, for He knew she would fear Him.  She doesn't blame God, but the other one.  And God created sin to show His mercy--if we fear Him.
   One more thing you bastards.  NAACP, stay out of football.  It's free enterprise.  It's liberty.  Fire those ignorant fools who won't stand.  Where's affirmative action in the NBA?  You've had everything handed to you, and you still spit on your country.  Just talk to the ghost of a Yankee soldier that went to his death to save your bacon.  Nuff said, for now.