MICHAEL JACKSON'S RELIGIOUS ADVENT PART 3
THE DESTINATION

What do you expect to hear from me? What do you wish to hear? Do you want me to tell you the love that I recieved or the justice that was given to me? Do you wish me to tell you that being an A merican, I remained proud of who I am or tell you a story of faith and friendship? But I have nothing to tell you. I have no fairytale to recite. I have no pleasant memories of those times and I have no fortune to be rescued by a hero from that web. I have nothing to tell you abot those times really. No interesting, noteworthy interactions or inecdotes to share. Those times seepedaway all my energy. All my creativity, all my faith and trust in human nature and all my happiness. I was practically sucked into a Black hole. I was trapped there for years and for all times. Let us face the truth altogether. Afterall you all were also punished with me. The humiliation, the shame, the sorrow, the shock you all also had a fair share of that because of me. So you should know what went after too. You should know the filth and ugliness and pure distortion that exists. Why not? Tell mea good reason, why not?

I was shunned. And the fact is Iremained shunned. I remain the subect of ridicule, amusement and controversial gossip still. I am still that pedophile that escaped for the media. The bizzare and the unnatural. Lets accept it together then, this is how I will be remembered. This is how I will be quoted as in music history. The entertainer of the century with the record of child molestation and addiction of drugs. How unfortunate tch, tch.

You should accept this as I have accepted it. Do you think there is a way out. No, there is no way out;none. I am that and the next generations will listen to me and when they will try to know moreaboutme, there will emerge the allegations, every single time when someone would try to know about me, every time for always. Can you think of a number for that? Can you give me a count? Is it even worth thinking? I guess it would be better if my name is erased form the chapters of human race altoghether. Only then I will have somepeace.

So tell me now, what do you axpect me to say? Do I have a story to tell. You do know I left my motherland after the second time,dont you? You do know I left for good? You do know that I never intended to come back and you do know I was also asked not to.But what you dontknow is who asked me not to return. Who toldme to stay away?

No, not the Jacksons. Iam their livelihood. So who asked meto go? It was none other than the government. I was a global name and had becomea Global shame for America. I was giving thema bad name as IIwas without any shame. How dtestable, a globally famous child molester touring the world. Can anything be more vile? Michael ackson representing America through his distorted, mutated, disturbed image? Evey timeI wouldbe on stage, people would tag me as an American representing America and what would I be representing to the world? Why dont you make a wild guess.

I was not ordered. Ofcourse not. I was advised for the sake of my best interest to take a long peacefulvacation on some paradise Island to relax from the stress and emotional abuse I faced. How sensitive our government is. I was deeply touched. It was a friendly advice and I took it. Jermaine suggested Bahrain and I agreed. The myth is the prince was Jerms friend. The reality is the King is my friend. So we talked. I got invited and packed a few bags and left for good. Any place but this, were my genuine feelings at that time.

I was happy there. I was safe, secure, respectedand strangely still admired for my talent, whatever was left of it.I was pampered, caoled to go back to creating music, applauded for my efforts and warm heartedly forgiven for my selfish western ways. I was invited to homes, parties, birthdays and to resolve family conflicts as well.
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