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Rejoice!

I’m not crying, I am rejoicing!

Yes, I am deeply humbled. My generation has dwindled to a “precious few”.

“ I am so glad to be here! “.   “Giving honor to GAWD!”   I know for a fact I am a walking,talking miracle! PRAISE THE LORD!

I am one of the five that didn’t get bragged on because they got flushed. Wait! Just wait! Think! What kind of “lady”, what kind of Christian minister,  makes such a brag to her children?

Why terrorize us more than you already did, always did?

DEMON POSSESSED!

What kind of wo/man orcastrates the sexual molestation and rape of her small children?!  DEMON POSSESSED!

 Children , the low whore for satan secretly hates, and not so secretly seeks to destroy.

 Six little bastards , thrown away children.  Forsaken by  their low,  whorish mother . A fallen wo/man that preferred  pimping out her beautiful children in secret, rather than permitting a good family, a good person,  adopt them, ever.

No, Martha’s story did not end well. Many may still brag that their mother was indeed an ordained minister. No s/he was not!  Martha was a closeted sexual freak! A whoremonger! A prostitute.   A jealous envious, ignorant ass, poorly educated sorceress,  fake ass, half ass “root worker”.  That lived much too fucking long! Was treated and greatly feared like that other malignant narcissist , 🦍rump.

S/he was never more than some white man’s bed wench and I do thank GOD the low whore hated me and stalked me for sixty-two years. Bitch, you saved my life!

BEAMING💓🔥

“COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!”

“REVERSE THE CURSE!”


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