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It doesn't matter how he died. He lived a charmed life in a bubble of insanity.
He might have died peacefully, but the years before that were filled with anxiety and confusion. The kid diddler spent decades living in terror that reality would impose itself upon him.
In spite of his fame, his riches, and his incomprehensible musical talent, Michael Jackson was batshit inanse; His imaginary, perfect life was a nightmare beyond anything he's experiencing now.
And - if you're a Christian - is why the plastic kid-diddler is experiencing now:
I'm not a Christian. The organic parts of that dilusional P.O.S. have pretty well been consumed by insects.
Irony:
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