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I choose JOY! Unspeakable JOY. Yes, one horrid, hideous, whore was in fact My mother for sixty -two years. One messed up wo/man. A thing so broken, so mentally unhealthy, so self sabotaging, s/he could never be fixed.

A pure fool, a pure imp, a self styled witch, a “root worker”.  I should say a “wanna be root worker”.  Martha knew just enough voodoo to fuck her “own self” up.  S/he knew just enough conjure to hide, to lie, to stalk, to skin and grin like the awful imp s/he reduced herself too.

Bitch! If you had sense enough to clean up and preach for two hours once a week, you had better sense than to live a double life.




EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS wasted, a creature, a low fallen maggot of a wo/man too disgusted with herself to ever bother to get up.

Was that it or was Martha just the sole property of satan? He damn sure protected her. The low carnal whore always got her way. NEVER  “pulled time in the penitentiary” as s/he should have.

Did she sully GOD’s name? S/he tried. It backfired where I am concerned. Experienceing that vicious viper for decades taught me patience and to never give up on GOD.

“Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I
sanctified thee, AND ordained thee a Prophet unto the nations.” - Jeremiah 1:5

Martha wanted this to be her , except s/he was not worthy. Much too carnal Flat out immoral, perverted, sexually depraved. ZERO morals.

Worse than lacking morals, Martha was greedy, insatiable. Yes, s/he was a hoarder.  I thought about it and thought about it. I can Not help the wo/man GOD assigned to be my mother. I can Not undo her eighty-seven years of treachery. But, I can choose JOY!

“COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!”

“REVERSE THE CURSE!”


“And they shall fight against thee; but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, sayeth the LORD, to deliver thee.”- Jeremiah 1:19

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