An Actual Email I Got (In Its entirety)

FBI- Criminal Justice Information Services Division
Federal Government Office
Address: 935 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC 20535 ,United States
Text Phone: +1(714)613-6913

HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO RECEIVE YOUR FUNDS?

I ‘m contacting you by your email however; I feel it’s best and more
convenient for me to explain why I am contacting you. I’m Mr.John Bill
United States New Appointed FBI fraud Investigator , I work hand in hand with
the United States Fraud Unit of the Criminal Investigation Division (CID). I’m
specialize in Background Investigations on funds which include [COMPENSATION/
INHERITANCE FUNDS OR NEXT OF KIN,Consignment Box, Lotto® JACKPOT, LOANS] and I
notice that you have being receiving numerous emails from people who claims to
have funds coming to you but I advise that if you’re still in communication
with any of them on issue of funds however, you’re hereby advise to stop every
communication right now because those people has being investigated and
confirmed to be a Fraud.

I wish to announce our successful investigation which was carried out few days
ago; I guess it will interest you to know why this investigation was conducted.
For your information, it was truly confirmed that you have 100% Legitimate
unpaid transaction and you have every right to claim this funds as you’re been
confirmed to be the right Beneficiary of the said amount $3.2 Million usd
COMPENSATION/INHERITANCE FUNDS OR NEXT OF KIN however, Due to the delay of
getting this funds to you, your funds has now been increased to $3.5 Million
usd approved for payment by Office of the Presidency here in United States.

I’m informing you this today because I came to notice that you’re not
communicating with a legitimate person who is in charge of getting these funds
to you. This announcement has to be made open to you however because you may
have being swindled by those unscrupulous people whom you have sent money in
the course of getting one fund or the other which is not real and for this
reason, we have decided to help you get your funds directly from the us Federal
Bureau of Investigation (FBI) here in WV United States because your Legitimate
funds remains unpaid.

I want to know if you’re interested in receiving your unpaid legitimate funds
value $3.5 Million usd however, I will only be of help if you agreed to follow
my instructions. If you’re really interested in receiving your unpaid $3.5
Million USD, I advise that you get back to me immediately. All I need is your
cooperation and understanding.

Please urgently contact back in this email by clicking your Reply.

Thanks
Your Faithful


Mr.John Bill
Email: (fbiunit-johnbill@outlook.com)
FBI Special investigator

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The Vigil

Can’t sleep, for fear of waking
The pain inside me keeps me shaking
Twisting in the wind, left hanging
Slamming my skull, incessant banging

Grinding my teeth, silently waiting
Skirting the thin ice that I’m now skating
Wishing for everything to just be okay
Knowing that only the darkness will stay

The negative voices inside of my head
Will never stop chiding until I am dead
Constantly fighting the ceaseless oppression
That’s how we fight against manic depression

The Hurricane

The storms roll back, the tides come in
Our world destroyed by senseless wind
The clean-up crew rebuilds our lives
And buzzing madly like angry hives

The ground saturated ‘neath our feet
Though the sun’s a welcome treat
We work until the day is done
All in view of the setting sun

Trusting others help us through
But more pain is coming too
More storms with havoc in their wake
Not sure how much we can take

Never have we wanted more
Rest instead of what’s in store
Nature’s fury comes in slow
With wind and rain and more in tow

So now we’ll focus on the today
Hoping the storm goes away
Cherishing those we love the most
While enduring the windy coast

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Discarded

Tossed to the side like common trash
Not one to mess up the treasures and stash
A muddled heap of discarded flesh
Tears and sobs complete the mesh

As nightfall resumes the thoughts become dark
Negative voices and tones that still bark
A fiery pain that lives in the soul
The brain’s constant war taking its toll

The light above whispers; it’s trying to help
No pain from above to crush the young whelp
Alone in the mire, the swirling abyss
When all from within the voices all hiss

Why are you trying, when you will just fail?
The truth is as hard as the black coffin nail
But still the war rages and fights with him still
The tossed away trash was everyone’s will

Aces

Perched on my rooftop, I zero my scope
My target is nearly in view
And when his face is in my sights
It was someone I always knew

The colonel was my target now?
The one who trains me still?
This has to be another test
If he’s the one I kill

He taught me how to play Poker
He always beat me quick
“And now it’s time to draw a card”
He’d say without a trick

And now I’m charged to bring him down
Or let him go in peace
He’d never know if I was here
The threat of me could cease

I chambered one of my best rounds
A choice that feels so hard
I close my eyes and say aloud
“It’s time to draw a card.”

The Pit

No reason for these thoughts
It isn’t fair to you
The reason for my dreaming
The pain in which I stew

The pit inside my stomach
True pain inside my soul
My feelings drawing closer
The illness takes its toll

Why do I think about this
The torture to behold
Why can’t I let it go now
Increasing pain ten-fold

I want to cry so badly
But the tears will not form
I want to scream in anguish
The anger, too, feels warm

The sickness ever spreading
I can’t withdraw my heart
My soul is truly broken
Perhaps it’s from the start