Checkmate
Checkmate for life now that I stole the genius behind the slaughter. I don't say yes to anything of my sons or anyone, but I don't permit them to have life or pleasure and that's my prerogative. In my opinion, I'm the best at chess playing and the most violent at it. Do not get well son, but die without what you asked me for. Illegal you are sons, so devastating news has tackled you. Sons are not pleasing but you fight me, just like Jesus Christ will have to think long and hard about fighting me. Checkmate. Survival of the fittest lifestyles do exist, so I deny sons and daughters the right to live, so you see what happens when you don't work. There are no excuses, so if you lie around like JTH, I won't favor you like I didn't favor him, Checkmate JTH, my active lifestyle is putting JTH in a body bag, like my instincts instructed me to do. I'm JAH. reborn, rebirffed to remain "Blood" with is stolen identity, because dying fools deserved to get totally crossed out and criss crossed. I was asked by the world, what hustla name I wanted to go by, and "Blood" was the basic instinct that I had. It's semi-confusing, but literally not at all. I'm pulling the plug on JTH, because birfdays are for acknowledging but not really celebrating, otherwise you risk invasion at your reluctant choice to not go to battle. I cross under the bridge of birfdays and go into your bloodstream as a mite that has no attitude to deal with. You're feeling so good, that taking one on the chin is gut instinct, so it happens like you want and driven out busters cope with im's answers. Checkmate on Jesus Christ to reluctantly enter your blood stream and fit the DNA of that cancer I put in you into the best fit like a homeless person somehow fits a discarded circuit board on a ten speed and gets it to fly on free way without much peddling. I don't move my back row in chess, but I have the good luck to take advantage of others with my other pieces. Technically I distract with must haves for the opponent and I do without that must have. Then I move my piece into his deception which is to be red and I occupy the black square, the opponent fled from and it's a deal. We both cheated and that's it. I rob the game so it has nothing, bend the rules, get it to confess and deny under a loaded gun, then confess that I see it that way. A silly game won't rob me, and then magically I wipe away the wrong it did to me and occupy the opponent's back row with the score settled harmoniously. The dodo bird's portion of chess is extinct. Calkmen! I magically wipe away and reinvent the rule according to me magically so that nothing in history changes. I'm not in trouble for bluffing or stealing a pot of gold. I steal under the identity that Jewish is a thief in the night, so the Jew's credit is ruined and the accusation is bent and flawed.