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Eric Clapton & Friends - Call Me The Breeze (Official Lyric Video)

AWESOME!
Call Me the Breeze,
I ain't hiding from nobody,
Ain't nobody hiding from me 
Except 
All Liars
All those that demand to live in Denial
All those those still Trauma bonded by the sickest, sadist , lying-est whore to ever live!

Call Me the Breeze,
I refuse to carry My enemies' heavy load

My evil demon possessed "mother" gloated over her "invisible" Incest
Yes World,
A low life skank birthed me just to be her punching bag

It all backfired
And I still can't rest knowing it was my own "mother" that blew .38 hole in my GrandDADDY"s chest

This world needs to know
These sick, saved, sanctified, ordained pastor monsters need to go!

Yes World
mathy jane was never more than an evil , demon possessed "root worker"

Yes World
mathy jane was not only an ordained pastor but,  a sorceress!
HORROR UNLEASHED!!!

A GRAVEYARD DIRT DIGGER!!!

Yes World
mathy jane was a wo/man that told GOD to kiss her ass!

Yes World
Call Me the Breeze
Yes World
old perverts like mathy jane keep me on My knees!


***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***
Wednesday, February 24, 2021

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