DMX is brain dead now in Divine confirmation of that "EXODUS 1:7" tattoo on his stiff neck.
Which represents the latest Orwellian trial of some lawfull Israelitish policeman who did not kill the misbehaving and unlawful negro.
The one who actually ODed on speed, according to the official coroner's report.
No bruises on the neck meat, no indication of a crushed wind pipe, yada yada.
Talk about a nasty flu bug named Corona 19. Which in the past year along has killed at least 18% of over 500,000 deaths because of breathing issues and related heart attacks; average age now 82, up from 78, due do improvements in ICU treatment.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS MEL GIBSON: Mother Mary said to me that "It's over!" on Easter Sunday at 9:33 pm.
I'll let you fill in the blanks.
PS EMMA WATSON: Of all things, I woke up on Easter morning from a deep double dream about me mentoring you on how to be a good little virgin beach party surfer girl.
Suggesting that you don't ever want to get ahead of the wave, or behind the wave.
Then I got up and looked into my crystal glass mirror and saw an amazing wave of high cresting hair on the top of my head; big hard woody to boot.
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