And Allah Spoke….

I sat in a chair in my room listening to a psychiatrist named “Tom” that was here to see me under the guise that he was my mom’s friend. He came to check me out to see if I was just going to “psychically” kill people that annoyed me.

As I sat and listened to Tom the voices of evil that I am aware of tried to keep my attention. They where doing their same stick and then Allah entered the conversation. Respect was not shown by evil.

Allah said that there is no Hell, only Earth life and Heaven for those that are good, but she is having a hard time finding anyone that is. She mentioned that I would no longer be able to kill the body and soul with my thoughts, but I could inflict maximum pain to the psyche. I accept it, although I would rather just get rid of the problem, personally, going to nothing is to good for them, but at least they are gone.

Tom was going on about how people have to be able to do their own thing, I tried to add “As long as they are not hurting others.” As I spoke I took a hit of my Swisher Sweet and started to choke as it burned my throat worse than any smoke ever has. My entire esophagus burned. Now I have been smoking these every day for about 10 years and never had a problem, but as soon as I gave my opinion that people shouldn’t just hurt others I am punished by evil as they think they own me. They often say that they bought me from Allah for 2 pennies, like I am supposed to believe that.

Then I “heard” “We just wanted to see what you would do?” so I psychically sliced up the one that cast the spell, went up to my room, vomited, and took a cap gun and shoot my Voodoo sock. A scream went out and a “What did you do! You shoot me in the head.” “Yes I did.” I replied.

The recipient of the shot isn’t going to die, but he will have a huge headache for a day or two. He won’t learn. Evil never learns.