The successivo morning,Nefertiti woke Michael up gently da one baciare ''I have to leave,Michael.'' he asked her why she had to go so early. He held her as she rubbed her nose on his cheek ''I want te to stay a little longer.'' she kissed him softly on the cheek as he held on tighter ''Don't go please.'' he begged but she had to go ''I'll see te again,promise.'' she kissed him and went down the balcony on the ladder and ran back down the shortcut and back to her kingdom where her dad wish to speak with her in his room ''Sit,daughter.'' Taharqo detto as Nefertiti sat on his letto ''Nefertiti,I knew te were out with him and te stayed the night there but Syria attempted to look for te even though te were out with that boy. Now he is married,Nefertiti. Why would te think for a secondo that he's gonna trade in Alena,the sweetest girl in the world for you,the beautiful but evil young woman.'' her two older sisters posioned his mind and made him think that Nefertiti was the evil one instead of them both but she was gonna take the punishment that was gonna be for this matter ''For this action. I will put te in the house with no service,no feeding,and no help for twenty days and nights. It'll mostra te independence.'' Nefertiti did have it but her father has been paying to much pence on her two evil sisters.
At the kingdom of Kerma,Alena found out about Michael's affair and acted like she cared and Lost it ''Damn te for your lack of care for me but your so-called deep Amore for her!!!! te know what?! I'm just gonna take te and kill you!!!!'' Michael fell to his knees,his hands behind his back as he looked at the floor ''Well,'' he looked into her eyes with intensive eyes as if he wanted her to do it ''I'm waiting.'' she walked up to one of the guards and took their coltello and walked back to Michael with the coltello in her hand,grasping it tightly ''Stand.Now.'' he stood in front of her with the intensive look and then,with no regrets...stabbed him in the stomach as he fell down ''You sick woman.'' he detto as he laid unconcious while the knife,now with blood covering it was in the hands of the most nastiest and coldest woman on the planet ''Now I have his money to myself.'' she smirked evily as she gave the coltello to one of the guards and pointed a finger at him ''You. Carry him out into the derserted sand dunes. Somewhere a peasant can eat o rip him apart.'' they carried him out and then she went to Michael's parents and told them that one of the guards killed him as his mother excused herself from the room and ccried softly hoping that nobodys hearing her ''Did the other guards carry him to the desert?'' Joseph asked ''Yes.'' Alena replied ''Well then....Untill someone revives him o he does it himself. te rule the kingdom.'' as a smart king,Joseph knew that she couldn't handle it all and that she'll cut the act and admit it. How did he know? Easy,there was blood on her hand and if she really cared for his son,she would've stayed there and weeped loudly and let him and his wife come out and see what happend. Alena thought that since he was an old man,he was an old fool like her father but really he was a wise fool. Joseph went to Katherine to comfort her as Alena walked out,smirking devilishly ''Fools.'' she whispered as she walked up to the guard with the coltello in his hand ''Your gonna be exacuted right about.....now.'' the guards took him to the hot box where he was left to sufacate and die. Alena spoke with Syria in her kingdom ''Did the plan work?'' Alena asked ''Yes now Nefertiti's in the other house on punishment.'' Syria detto harshfully ''I'm just overjoyed that we tricked father into believing us. All we have to do is kill father and we'll rule Nubia for the rest of our lives and be rich forever.'' Alena boasted as Syria asked ''How did your plan go?'' Alena smiled ''I killed Michael with a successful reward of ruling the kingdom da myself until he revives himself. Wich will take a lifetime.'' they laughed as Nefertiti was in the hall,hiding as tears welded her eyes and she cleched her fists ''Michael.'' she whispered as she ran back to her house and cried uncontrolablly for hours,longing for his touch one last time.
Michael was in an old peasant's shack,still unconcious as the old man kneeled down and inspected him ''He needs to be revived...'' he smiled ''He's genuine!'' he walked out to make him a green tea,a special green tè ''A pharaoh of Nubia.'' he was excited but he had to be careful and teach him not praise him.
Michael was gonna be saved.
At the kingdom of Kerma,Alena found out about Michael's affair and acted like she cared and Lost it ''Damn te for your lack of care for me but your so-called deep Amore for her!!!! te know what?! I'm just gonna take te and kill you!!!!'' Michael fell to his knees,his hands behind his back as he looked at the floor ''Well,'' he looked into her eyes with intensive eyes as if he wanted her to do it ''I'm waiting.'' she walked up to one of the guards and took their coltello and walked back to Michael with the coltello in her hand,grasping it tightly ''Stand.Now.'' he stood in front of her with the intensive look and then,with no regrets...stabbed him in the stomach as he fell down ''You sick woman.'' he detto as he laid unconcious while the knife,now with blood covering it was in the hands of the most nastiest and coldest woman on the planet ''Now I have his money to myself.'' she smirked evily as she gave the coltello to one of the guards and pointed a finger at him ''You. Carry him out into the derserted sand dunes. Somewhere a peasant can eat o rip him apart.'' they carried him out and then she went to Michael's parents and told them that one of the guards killed him as his mother excused herself from the room and ccried softly hoping that nobodys hearing her ''Did the other guards carry him to the desert?'' Joseph asked ''Yes.'' Alena replied ''Well then....Untill someone revives him o he does it himself. te rule the kingdom.'' as a smart king,Joseph knew that she couldn't handle it all and that she'll cut the act and admit it. How did he know? Easy,there was blood on her hand and if she really cared for his son,she would've stayed there and weeped loudly and let him and his wife come out and see what happend. Alena thought that since he was an old man,he was an old fool like her father but really he was a wise fool. Joseph went to Katherine to comfort her as Alena walked out,smirking devilishly ''Fools.'' she whispered as she walked up to the guard with the coltello in his hand ''Your gonna be exacuted right about.....now.'' the guards took him to the hot box where he was left to sufacate and die. Alena spoke with Syria in her kingdom ''Did the plan work?'' Alena asked ''Yes now Nefertiti's in the other house on punishment.'' Syria detto harshfully ''I'm just overjoyed that we tricked father into believing us. All we have to do is kill father and we'll rule Nubia for the rest of our lives and be rich forever.'' Alena boasted as Syria asked ''How did your plan go?'' Alena smiled ''I killed Michael with a successful reward of ruling the kingdom da myself until he revives himself. Wich will take a lifetime.'' they laughed as Nefertiti was in the hall,hiding as tears welded her eyes and she cleched her fists ''Michael.'' she whispered as she ran back to her house and cried uncontrolablly for hours,longing for his touch one last time.
Michael was in an old peasant's shack,still unconcious as the old man kneeled down and inspected him ''He needs to be revived...'' he smiled ''He's genuine!'' he walked out to make him a green tea,a special green tè ''A pharaoh of Nubia.'' he was excited but he had to be careful and teach him not praise him.
Michael was gonna be saved.
With the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death approaching -- one helicopter company is giving fan the chance to pay their respects ... da raining fiori down around Neverland ... mid-flight.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer da chucking his preferito fiore -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fan are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer da chucking his preferito fiore -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fan are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
Ryan White, symbol of justice
o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are te now, where have te gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, o child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
te showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain te were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are te now, where have te gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, o child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
te showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain te were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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Michael Jackson fan are scrambling to stop the Discovery Channel from broadcasting a gruesome reenactment of MJ's autopsy ... calling the whole thing an "affront to human dignity."
TMZ has learned ... fan have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fan behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
TMZ has learned ... fan have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fan behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at te were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see te one giorno in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my cuore is hurting
Wherever te are, I feel te close no matter
How far o how near
Why did te go? One giorno I will know,
te never detto goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at te were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see te one giorno in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my cuore is hurting
Wherever te are, I feel te close no matter
How far o how near
Why did te go? One giorno I will know,
te never detto goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry