The WE thinks the House of Orange's beings think that syringing Hank Williams to death was their pleasure. The Queen called Juliana thought that going over there, toward the English rulers and their Dutch counterparts, to be shot dead by their own way to show off that Christmas is their time to kill people, that's the times 10 that mentally ill humans occupy the world where royals play.
The WE allows the world to hear that to Hank Williams, Sr. the world was the place where he labored. He worked all the time.He wasn't ever a drug user. Nor was he a fucking drunk! He rode as fast as the other people and he too did the living fast thing, well that was because the pigs that took my life told me to die about 27 years old.
The WE asks those that say I was 29 when I died to hear that Audrey died too. And the dollars given to her to raise Junior up to know only the bullshit are the dollars that want to hold onto the boy called Hank, the baby, III.
The powder blue Cadillac never existed. My "handlers" were the needing to be presented to the world as the entertainment industry's leaders in financing the games called the Rothschild's and their minions. And that includes the big important Royal families! That's royal and Royal winning the man called Tom Parker, the senior officer allowed to handle the big names like Elvis Presley after the successful delivering of Hiram Williams toward their home of hell where the Cranberry's lead singer Dolores O'Riordan too was murdered.!
The WE says to think about the lies told repeatedly. The "man of the house" was my papa called Lon. The WE wants all to comprehend the story that he was gone to an institution isn't as true as the world thinks. My papa was home. My manhood wasn't about becoming the "man of the house before becoming a teenager". My house was her home, my mother Jessie's. And the "man of the house" was her! Emotional scars of so-called abandonment and struggle weren't there until the WE told the world that this is the truth: my name isn't Hiram Williams never but my mentally deranged in-laws were mentally deranged and my only son called Randall was given the title Hank Williams, Jr. and told to be that!
The WE suggests all those that allow the Spina Bifida bullshit to show off that medical lies too abound thinks to all that allowing his "drinking to start" then too, when the distraught teenager, the WE suggests all to hear that neither did Hank have a spinal problem that caused lifelong back pain nor did he start drinking heavily when a teenager. The WE suggests all to hear that Hank Williams, Sr. rarely took a drink!
The WE suggests to you all that Hank's stardom was because the songs were played on the radio. The "fans" heard the songs on the radio. The "stardom" was because the songs were well written, catchy and played well. Hank's voice was good. And Hank's work ethic was impeccable. He wasn't ever "fired from the Opry". Nor was he an outlaw! Hank's stardom was his life's happening until the men that took to wanting to taste his jism took him to Europe to do that, then to kill him and then to hold onto his naked corpse, suspended in fluid, embalmed and frozen, to glimpse again at that cock they desperately wanted to touch!
The songs were written to write songs that the producers of the Opry radio and television stations asked for. The bottle caps sold toward the "addiction, heartbreak and chronic illness", well that's the bullshit show talking. My songs were written to sell records!
The WE responds again to the "used painkillers" crapola. NOT! Not once during Hiram's entire lifetime did he ever take a painkiller medication! Chloral Hydrate is not what I understand much less used. And morphine? What? Not once did I even consider wanting to morphine myself. I was an artist working all the time. My son was there when I was 27 and the WE wants all to hear that Bocephus isn't the only man that bears my likeness. My grandson Hank Williams, III, the baby called Shelton, well too he is my soul returning to recollect the songs way back then were just a little different.
The same old tired story, the story told about Hillel Slovak and our big man Kurt Cobain, erratic performances, using alcohol or drugs, using and tired of the bullshit! The man called Hiram admires the world where individuals are individuals but stark naked is the lying! The way toward the "fired from the Opry" is the way toward a bunch of whores taking bribes to maintain that bullshit! My work was outstanding!
The Audrey-was-a-bitch fan club is organized by myself! Divorce papers? When honey? I never ever wanted a divorce. The WE suggests the so-called second marriage, that too a fabrication, too isn't the way toward my lifetime. The woman called "my wife Audrey" was that! The divorce never ever ever ever was!!!!!
The WE announces that Hank Williams, Sr. was taken to the Netherlands in September of 1952, just before the 29th birthday. Has asked to start the story there. The real story is that Hiram Real Hank Williams from Alabama Williams was shot dead by lethal injection when the Christmas time rolled through that year, 1952.
The WE assists all that believe that Hank Williams was that guy, the man that was insincere and that was infidelitied toward Audrey, well, that isn't real. The WE suggests that even Roy Acuff never made whoopee with my wife! Well, not while I was alive at least. The WE thinks that the truth that we were always working together too was the way to equanimity, meaning the fights were few, passionates toward another show story to show off that too the so-called 2nd wedding shots were never there before Photoshop was!
The stories about Audrey interfering are all false. The WE suggests the y'all-are-idiots group that thinks that allowing the superficial to return toward the styles that shower the Hank, Baby, III interspersed within the picture show shows what? The man called "call me soon" Hank III, my fucking cousin, must understand that the WE want to reconnect Bocephus and daddy too.
The managers thought that, y'all too hear, that the Hank and Audrey show was popular. Never did the WE think about teaching y'all that you are to hear that the working woman's brothers too understand that the concerts that want to record the ending of the slave owners in the record industry will believe the WE wants all to hear that the world wants another way than the starting guns never.
The WE suggests the man called the 17 year old boy that supposedly drove the drunk, fucked-up on pills Hank Williams, Sr. toward the Ohio madness that never was thinks that the boy called Carr isn't a real person. And the dreams that sell the men of power toward the really hard ideal that the home toward the WE's need today is to reinform all that the man called "murdered on Christmas 1952", the man also known as Hiram King Williams is the man that reveals that his remains too remain there: St. Nikolai Memorial, the building that resembles a big church next door, that's where the underneath has the secrets.
The backwards pictures repeat the occult make films to repeat the lies are their way to hide behind their occult magic.
The y'all are to hear this same old phrase that the biggest pleasers think that "occult" wants sickness to be hidden thinks that asking the masked beings that think sodomy thinks that, y'all, that you are the way toward the ending of Hank Williams: the fanciers that too consider themselves devils and warlocks and black magicians and the wasted world that controls the masses told the kids to get drunk and take pills and be riotous and the outlaw and keep the habits that are philandering.
The men that finance the record industry told the world that their Christmas sacrifice would encourage men to take takens-for-granted toward the men called Bocephus and Baby Hank, Hank 3, think that the WE want them to be men! The record industry kills too many. The world where funding allows the constant intrusion too thinks that asking men to bury their heads into the rags that sell Popular Mechanics there to show off that stalling erections thinks that the Playboy's that want to regard sperm donation not really the really big deal thinks that dying off is when the children bred to be displayed alongside the murdered to be the sacrifices to be the meals to be the medical experiments to be the breeding stock to be the disgraced industry that understands repeating to all that amputations of arms too are the way to Def Leppard the world toward the biggest assholes ever: the Rothschild's family's fortune must be liquidated toward the children's futures.
The you-are-the-men-that-end-these-brats phrases think that the Hanks are there. That's the way toward the ghosts wanting to play off the playments that Baby Hank's bestest world view is that squirrels and brats and really thoughtful really big returning Zebulon Vance's that think that the real estate allowed below the fallen monument follows the patterns that so-called Antifa too was the reason to remember "racism" was the example that drove the millionaires to fund the kids to present to play parts to show off that bought and paid for "rioting" thinks that the reason to free the millionaires from their bullshit contracts is...to allow them to continue living.
The you-are-the-enemies thoughts that y'all that ignore the pleas that say to the world that it sucks when the integrity that was your way is put toward the truth now that y'all are to try to learn that allowing allowed returns to return to Slovakian ways that return to Highlel there to want to return again to the Tony that Tiggers toward the boy that lost his nerve to be the same vivacious beautiful free spirit that was then in the Spring of 1988, that's the world that abjects toward the opposite: that Anthony : The WE's big kid that flows on toward his own way, that's the balls happening. That's Highlel's favorite boy returning to play off the Whitest that whites the Slovaking returning toward the kids that allow Hank's voice to praise the world where the Light Is!
