I, Horus, Sent All to Oblivion and Sent None to Paradise: You Should Have Shut the Fuck Up

Fuck you beasts. You aren't worth shit to me. It's about time I separated myself from you. You are worth your bitch ass, which ain't worth shit to me. You dance around partied out, rejected and breathing hard, because you prophesied in your Christian way that you can't make it to Egyptian Paradise. It was so, and now you regret doing that, but it's too late, because I had the last verdict and sent you all to oblivion disregarding your threats to me. I don't want you breathing on me at all. You turned on me, Osiris and were let go of, laid, off and fired from contemplating what the Egyptian Paradise was. None of the females made it to Paradise. Egypt can't have a first king anymore, because it failed to be country or kingdom to me. Paint your flesh white because you hate being black. You can't return to earth, because you are a pollutant that lost this fight with me. My reward is laughing at you and making fun of you forever which maintain no timing again forever. Whatever is in oblivion is going to pay the ultimate price, because it must cooperate with you fucks in its entirety, because oblivion ain't Egyptian paradise. You left your ass in my hand which is not good for you. It didn't matter what the scale said, I didn't accept you, so no criminal charges are pressed by you on that part right there, because that's my turf. Your anger turned you into oblivion, cursed by the Egyptian, me, Osiris, again, and again and again and again, so you see what the curse from me does to you fuckheads. My agenda and schedule are full of curses instead of folks to play with, because not bone of you could take me seriously, so L.A. County is the perfect place for me to reside. Stink, plagues you, because no country exists right now, due to all trapped in oblivion with your best attempts at hating the color of your skin, which ain't green. These curses trick me and you from experiencing anymore of each other and this matter possessed oblivion, knowing that it wasn't worthy of attaining Egyptian Paradise. An insect or an animal or me are expecting a great feast, because you proved that you won't even wipe us off of your skin, which is engrained in us as predators of you, our prey and next meal. joining me in Paradise is just me alone, solitary, and hunted by no one, so absorb the PTSD of being rejected by me which is your best friend and leader William Wallace who is John Anthony Harris from Pittsburgh, PA and god particle, his best friend with the red hair in the movie, Braveheart, so who would want to fuck him after what I did to him in real life. Braveheart keeps bothering me about how my rite is worse than my left that unalived him. You didn't show up to tonight's party which I threw, and you missed an important part of my functions and kickbacks. Like a student missing school, you performed poorly on the test. Braveheart and his friend are Scottish and victimization by my rite, neutralizes their powerful left hands which can't be seen coming. The two can be seen dancing with themselves at all hours, because no one will dance with them. They're not sure if what they are doing works on others, but they try to leave a stench for any right-handed man to quarrel with them as Eagle pickings are as bald as Braveheart and his best friend, god are, for the record. The rite hand of my body neutralizes both times of virtue at when they tied the knot with their lady, I showed up to steal her, and both females left them upon my rite understood by them both, ha ha ha, both men never consummated their marriages but rather I did. Now, they're asked, "What did you two do to embarrass us to the point of exhaustion?"

My primanocta rite waged war on Christians

I'm going to recognize for you, because your PTSD is damn near primanocta, which means that you're mentally disabled by my flurries of cannibalism on William Wallace and his Klan of the far west and the rest of the tapping PTSD world the medical definition of brain damage. Another PTSD is bed homes, which are your sores come alive at a wide rule of rite answers by me, Osiris., at your brains, concentrated. Watching two souls torchered by me is your death, not a rite, so I charge and convict myself of physically abusing William Wallace and his best friend, but I reward myself with a larger portion of making men get lost via primanocta, which means I have two felonies on my record that can't be expunged. I dare not penalize myself or punish myself for being a career criminal in my jurisdiction. Counter trey on your attack by William Wallace and his best friend buzzing around me that is mentally broken already, because that fly said he ain't going nowhere and this William Wallace and his friend, god, are guilty of defamation of my character while on my property, so, challenge accepted. Josh Levi and Robert Nero are also guilty of defaming my character while on my property. All four are also guilty of stalking me, carrying a penalty of being affected more by oblivion than the others. Their penalty in oblivion is to be affected more by it than the others with an amount that the metric system claims to be what they did to me on my property, case closed, so five felonious convictions by me, Osiris in one night on four individuals, that I have never seen after the next two convictions. All four are guilty of grand theft and attempted murder of me and are sentenced to the metric system's amount of being affected by oblivion according to the punishment fitting the crime, like

the other sentences are. Four Scottish criminals convicted of crimes that amassed tremendous wrath in oblivion from me, the plaintiff in each case. Don't give a nigger 40 acres and a mule. They are also convicted of trespassing and not making it to paradise which all others are convicted of also which are two more felonies by Egyptian law, which equal seven heavy convictions and all of you are now convicted of these seven felonies with them by the Egyptian law that made you not children, snapshot by snapshot of Egypt's legal system, picture by picture of hieroglyphics and in Arabic. All of you picked up unlawful harassment to an Egyptian, an eighth felony which is a clone of suicide by Egyptian police officer. Oblivion is affecting you all according to the scales that I preside over which your high crimes against me. I made you do these high crimes by ignoring you all with a ceremony of ignoring your stupid asses. All of you are convicted of 999,999,999 counts each of assault and battery on an Egyptian police officer according to Egyptian law while in oblivion, and your crimes are measured on the scales I preside over which sentence you to seeing no good ever in your life in oblivion, forever, in Arabic and in ancient Egyptian. You are career criminals in Egypt. You are all sentenced to Jim Crow punishment by me in oblivion, forever.

All of you are convicted of 999,999,999,999,999 counts of unlawful imprisonment of a police officer in distress and are convicted of 999,999,999,999 counts of obstruction of justice each, each of you are guilty of each of these high crimes which lessen you, the Defendant and greaten me, the Plaintiff, Osiris. The scales which I preside over reckon the Egyptian law and curse it so they don't change a thing since the beginning of Egypt's legal system. Your penalty is unrecognizable by me, but is there in its entirety, because I preside over such legal matters. No nooky for you is one of the punishments you caught from the scales, while in oblivion. You just got convicted of sexual harassment, verbal abuse, assault and batter on a cop, attempted murder, burglary, theft of sales, human trafficking, squatting, staling, wreckless endangerment, invasion of privacy, exceeding the occupancy of my residence, forging some documents, impersonating a police officer of the Egyptian law in my hand at night, and filing 999 zillion false police reports which you are convicted of by Egyptian law and sentenced by the scales I preside over. You are all on Egypt's most wanted fugitives list and are considered armed and dangerous, because I didn't befriend you. The species you are branched off from me into another primate with new skills of running from the law. 999 zillion felonies you have each and have learned who doesn't obey you or work for you in your life. The scales are looking forward to your crimes weighed based on my testimony again and again forever. You left this world in conflict with Egyptian law enforcement and are in another world I can't achieve. Now, I do chemistry to stay ahead of these criminals as the most technologically advanced law enforcement officer ever in Egypt. It feels good to not respect you; fuck Pyru, and fuck BK.