Hey sailor, I have come to say that it is time I sail away. This queen is upset, and you know you will never be a vet. Being a force of one, you are the gun. Germany is cruel and you must be too. You will be both British and German special forces and arm the men with a special tank behind the lines that no one can see. You can think of me. Being the Kaiser and a daughter, I must sail away because I am the head of the House of Windsor every day. This World War will end it all. It will take out the JAPAN call. After this they will never have military might again. They are the Jews that need to lose. They will take over the world and enslave this queen and her whole scene. For a time, they will rule the economy and bottom line, even without the numbers or land. They actually have no plan. Your force of one will general it all, but I am the world general who will make the calls. Many years from now, being evermores, we will be the plow. We will use the techniques of Vietnam and the Viet Cong will be Afghanistan. I have a special military gift of prophecy, so one day these words will mean something to yee. I will set you free, or maybe you will enslave me and I will have to be the bravery for both of yee. Look behind you. I send your brother too. I will imbue both of you evermores at even deaths door as you find me in the U.S. The psychiatric and medical horrific torture of me will be so linked to my family. As they read this piece they will discuss another round of litigious and vicious action, but community that is Viet Cong, Rinpoche of Tibetan Cambodian Buddhism, and Kim Jung Un of my Chung Moo Quan dojo will step in. My former friends, Hoa Nguyen, Hung Nguyen, Ho Nguyen, and Rae Birdie will make the call in a court of law after all. It is all absurd. The governments of all lands will no longer stand. They knew it all all along, and went after me when I was so very strong. I will not cry. I will stand tall and make them fall. I will win. They all sin. Asia will have its divinity space in China. A place for prosperity and diversity of Asian race without head case. Psychiatry will be kept away and The Viet Cong will make those mo fos pay. Soldier keep your brother safe. I love you to eternity. I long to see you again and kiss your Arian face. It is imbued with the light of God. At a point, you will know that you are jihad for me, very personally. I will wrap my arms around yee. I will take you to my privacy and envelop your gifts in my soul. I will heal that which is cold. You will come again and again, and know that I have always been more than a friend. I will then leave you to sleep for a week in a soft bed with a velvet pillow under your head. The comforter will be down. There will not be even one sound. I will not leave you. I will write and read. When you awake, I will cook you bacon, eggs, and crispy hash browns with buttery toast. After that your troops we can roast. The story of our love will spread throughout the land and a plan will form to stop the torture and abuse of beings who choose to be in our space. I will never hold ill feelings towards another. You are my shield. Vengeance will be only a boundary keeper. Royal matters will be kept private, but the psychiatric complicity of industry, county, nation, and family needed to be stated in this short temptation of Christ just once. Now I will imbue the planet and move to just create a loving space for my baby of prophecy, Pharaoh. Queen Vie
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