What the World has done to me?
By: Rev. Frank Paul Jones aka Apostle Paul Castellano bka
Jesus Christ
When I was born, they tried to kill me. I had the pneumonia and all I can remember
was a red light and someone saying, "You can
here to suffer." For this reason I was able to be down and alone so
long left up to people like you all. I
do not travel looking for a ride in a Rolls Royce, never been in one and do not
plan to ever have one. What a waste of
money trying to be white.
What a big car makes you gangster or a man? What a nice house makes you gangster or a
made man? No! It make you a sucker being
pimped! So today Herb holds down the corner and in a someone else? Are you not tired of fighting over the same
damn corner. This is called arrested development. Because you never left South Delaney Avenue .
When I was child, I was really a loving kid. I made bread feed many like the bible said, I
think one of my first inventions was sugar bread. That became sweet (sugar peanut
butter) on bread. All the old stories about
the 1960's just are remembers of me as a child. When primitive television was
more fun than this high tech bullshit. People just had fun seeing colors on the
screen. Children looked forward to
cartoon on Saturday, a morning when family watch television together. Nott in my home, bu8t everywhere.
I remember Fat Albert, I Dream of Jeanie, Lost in Space, The
Flintstones, The Jetsons, Even Bewitched was all in fun. I was an innocent
child and you took this from me and before this over somebody is going to pay
for stealing not Michael J. Jackson's childhood, but mine's. Everything I did, you turn it into evil and
now this is just evil and I hate this place.
This world can never be fixed! In hate this world with a passion and I only
look forward to what? One side of me,
just wants to go home and close my doors to the world in my Queendom, not to
freak, but to cry & mourn and the other side of me just wants to kill evil
people I con across, but all of you are evil. This world is lost. The Bible told me I get both my cake and eat
it too and I get to become what I came here for. To love and be love and not kill or be killed. The key is I* have to kill the killers first
Herb.
Jesus Christ
