Mark this day, my friends.

Mark this day, for Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has died.

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Michael Jackson has died a victim of the world, but also as a legend. His musicality and talent will forever resonate throughout the world as a permanent mark in the standard of music.

Alas, having tasted the sweet fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, he had invoked jealousy, forcefully expelled out of the Garden of Eden he himself created.

Evan Chandler, the jealous, ruthless, cruel and foolish father: who are you to play God? You are a disgrace to the title of 'father'. You are not fit for your son.

"Everything's going according to a certain plan that isn't just mine. Once I make that phone call, this guy [his attorney, Barry K. Rothman, presumably] is going to destroy everybody in sight in any devious, nasty, cruel way that he can do it. And I've given him full authority to do that.

..."And if I go through with this, I win big-time. There's no way I lose. I've checked that inside out. I will get everything I want, and they will be destroyed forever. June will lose [custody of the son]...and Michael's career will be over."

And so Michael Jackson dies, wronged, maligned, discriminated, hated. Dead at the brink of his rebirth. As a child, misunderstood by the world.

So mark this day; mark it, as the end of an era, the closure to a tragedy, the last page of a storybook.

For today, the King of Pop has died.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.