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        "title": "AntiChrist cx",
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    "text": "105\nAugust 2002\n08/01/02 - Every day I feel Anger For the loss of my daughter,\nbitterness for the courts ability to finically and legally restrain\nme, sadness for not knowing my daughter, fear that I may be\nimprisoned for my inability to satisfy the appetite of the court,\nand hatred for the possibility that my daughter may end up like\nmy ex-wife! Every day that I am alive I work to see a new\nday, the new Dawn. In the shadow of what is to come in the\ndays of my kin, I fear not the will or the appetite but know that\nthey will fear me. I will lay no further burden on them as\nmercy is within me and not without me. So Child go forth in\nto the world and spread the pelage upon the land as Isaiah and\nZecky would have wanted. In your hand is the fate of the\nworld for I am only a bitter old man. But fear not my death, I\nwill never die, but live on in you as long as I am remembered.\nFrom my grave or from my house if you call on me I will do\nall I can to help.\n08/02/02 - It's never over, some days strong all things center\naround it, other days it is in the distance. For me and those like\nme it is what we are and who we are. There is no end or\nbeginning just an everlasting movement towards the goals and\nall things that lead to the accomplishment of all directives. I\nwould not breath if it did not benefit the directive, this is me,\nthat is who I am. The lost solderers of the first brigade gave\nthere lives for this, as I would gladly do today. Our last\ncontact with Alfa Fizo was less then expected. The Diplomat\nis in the hands of the empire, but threw our \"New CIA\" (aka\nA.I.R.) we can make the empire release the diplomat. Three\nother diplomats are unfounded, and we have reason to belive\nthe resistance has been compromised in Bolivia and the\nUkraine. I may have to make my way there to see first hand\nthe progress.\n08/08/02 - Intheprime of life. In the Utopia that is Suburbia!\nThe fire of rage burns against a system that has failed an entire\ngeneration! No rest, no peace in the harts of meany who know\nthe injustice of our courts. Yet at the same time we all look to\nsomeone else to do something. We are so used to TV and\n106\nvideo games we have forgotten how to do something in the\nreal world. What is it about a green leaf, about the sound of\nleaves rustling with the wind and the fire. From the top of the\nmountain looking at what seems like the entire world looking\nback at what is left of my vehicle... Yes, it was me from the\ntower, the great tower of Avalon. The children of the world\nlay to waist the idols of their parents and grand parents, to\nwalk with nature and the hear the restyling of the leaves on the\ntrees.\n08/20/02 - Like my ancestors I pray that I will not be\nmisunderstand, and then I intentionally scramble my words.\nFor my life in the company of Angles fallen, in the epicenter\nof a change that the entire world can feel all at once, still one\nat a time. I do not underplay my role in this nor do I feel the\nneed give myself too much credit. What I do know, and what I\nfeel, is that you are listening and I need your help. Two Judges\nin Dupage County have disrespected me and done nothing to\ncorrect the wrong that plagues me and one seventh of the\nearth. For me, you must see to the correction of this grave\nerror, and force reconcile... or one prayer at a time the system\nwill unravel, not on my demand but on your inability to\ncorrect the enforced hell of a system that has outgrown itself.\nYou needed something and you where helped... What was\ndone can be undone and it will be with your blood and sweet\none way or another. I am not demanding, but asking as you\nknow and have known the dead have been damned not by my\nhand alone, and not solely by my angles blood sweet. So go\nnow to the tower and burn it to the ground one man at a time\nuntil the system works again for us the people the poor the\nstarving and the oppressed, or we will torture the key holders\nand spit into their lungs with acid flem, and burn their houses\nfrom the sky, as we feast on their crops. We have always had\ncontrol and we will maintain it at all cost. My personal loss\nonly serves to illuminate the governments lack of respect for\nthe common man, and feed my fire of rage. This will be done\nby sunup on the third moon, that is all.\n",
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