I Can Not Be Defeated!
Whenever things seem dark and I'm overpowered by the sheer maliciousness of those who seem to delight in perverting justice with their sabotage and malicious stalking loonery, something appears out of nowhere to bring me peace, to shed some sunlight on my face, even in the depths of night.
I am a spiritual soul, one striving for light, justice and compassion for all of God's creatures. Apart from the spiteful Goons and gibbons who seek to destroy my delightful research and conspire with wrongdoeers to keep my hard drive away from me. This won't stop my defense. My blog is my soul, it will be like a shining sword of truth to cut down all the monkey brained fools and pests who willfall, do you hear me, fall under the weight of my righteous retribution. They will all crumble before me when my lawyer submits my blog the the Supreme Court.
Over 800 pages of evidence of malicious goonery and spiteful harassment. What else do we need? Nothing. My lawyers are the best in Nigeria and they have a track record of uncovering police misconduct and exposing wrongful perversions.
Read this poem and see how the Almighty god is watching over me and is preparing to strike against the perverted goons who are trying to stop me from doing HIS work. Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam.
I stopped to call a taxi in the heart of Babylon.
At the pavement’s edge I stood - the traffic writhing on
Leftward to the Whitehall turning like a lustrous snake
Or rightward to Westminster Bridge, the southbound road to take,
There to pass proud Boadicea set towards the tower
Where Big Ben in his solemn grandeur booms the passing hour
As if to warn the seething crowds that Time brooks no de!ay
As he sifts the minutes of the unforgiving day.
While I across the street looked out towards the Abbey wall -
Afloat behind a spray of limpid light that seemed to fall
Veiling the secret features of the Abbey’s ancient face
That houses Jacob’s Bethel stone in its appointed place...
Where Israel’s holy treasure lies for every eye to see:
Safe in our keeping. This, the very Stone of Destiny.
The taxi came. Again we plunged into the turgid stream -
And glancing back, the Abbey seemed remote as in a dream.
Sculptured in its frozen calm it stood apart, alone,
Sharing with God the hidden knowledge of the sleeping stone.
I feel so inspired. This is God's way of telling me to prove my innocence by starting up another dozen blogs with the same post in it.
That'll be even more evidence for the courts.
My lawyers are looking into the matter.
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