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Otis Redding - Merry Christmas Baby (Atco Records 1967)


AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!  Finally! Some Truth being told, some "Tea" being spilled!

Look at that orange "maggot", that Despicable, Horrid SUCCUBUS, that played himself.  The stupid fool was the sorriest, lying-est , piece of **** , that ever slithered on this good Earth! Outside of my own "mother", that is.

HORROR,   mutha****ing PERSONIFIED! Yes, the volunteer, common, maggot, closet Fag-GOAT, got exactly what s/he deserved, too.

Seriously! "For real though", the low 'hoe was a self styled, homemade "Voodoo Priestess". A modern day Jezebel. Down to the Incest and Conjure. 

The Jezebel of ancient scripture demanded the head of John the Baptist. Why? John refused to lie for the lying whore! John refused to honor the crusty bitch! Yes, s/he had his head served up on a silver platter . But, the dogs dug her dead ass up and scattered her lying, perverted, demon possessed bones, across the land.

When any wo/man volunteers to call herself Jezebel, just know you are talking to one illiterate, poorly educated, evil, corrupt, dumb bitch.

Would you ever trust anyone that called themselves satan? Hell No!

My "mother's" name was martha, but s/he had many different aliases. mathy jane, janie, jean, martha jean, jeanie,  madame watson, madame rico, miss rico, on and on.

Poor martha changed her personality,  every time s/he changed her name. No,  s/he never changed her character, once. No, s/he was never trustworthy, honest or sincere. S/he was indeed a MURDERESS,  among other despicable things.

NO! I am NOT ashamed! I am indeed proud! Yes, the low volunteer slut for satan , got in a lot of licks! Not one, honestly or sincerely. That low 'hoe,  hated herself so much s/he lusted, s/he stalked, s/he vexed. Volunteered to destroy all of her children. Demanded to clandestinely destroy everyone s/he thought to good. 

Yes, martha jane walters , was a god, not a goddess, but a god that could od on wrong, in her eyes. The entire World was wrong. mathy was right. mathy, reduced to a cur , so low, so sneaky, s/he could never change. Actually s/he never had any desire to change. The fool always foolishly believed s/he was winning.

But, not once in Righty-eight years dis s/he sincerely try to change.

No, I owe that low, closet slut,  no honor. Any "Church" claiming I  must pretend to love that mongrel monstrosity,  that deliberately, knowingly, with forethought,  and malice, vexed, persecuted, stalked  and blocked blessing , much too long, can "f (forget) me!

S/he is good and dead now. My prayer is that,  my fellow victims,  follow me, reject that slut!  Finally, highly Rebuke that 'Hoe!

That low whore always knew better. S/he would not have been so stealth, so covert , so cleverly manipulative, if s/he were ever,  truly,  innocent.

While I did suffer,  that low cretin,  for sixty-nine years, I never would have had too,  if my "family"had not engaged in a hundred year old conspiracy,  to cloak for that lying slut.

My family would have never entertained the idea of cloaking for such a viper, for so long,   if GOD didn't have a plan. (BEAMING)

"I don't care how high you climb, don't go too far , and don't stay too long." -ROME WALTERS, my GrandDADDY!

martha jane walters volunteered to become too evil, practiced demonic witchcraft,  too long. Died unrepentant , spirital and financial status, broke as a "haint".

Reverse the Curse!

BEAMING!!!

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