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Who the cap fit - Bob Marley (LYRICS/LETRA) (Reggae)


AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!

Wo/Man to Wo/Man, is so UNJUST!

Dear LORD I am prostrate, on my face, humbled to my core! Every fiber of my being honors You, lifts Your mighty Name.

Born Sixty-nine point nine years ago into the clutches of a "creature" , so depraved, so devoid of morals and scruples, no one has heard one of my complaints. People rush away,  like I am the skunk , I if tenderly try to bring the mongrel monstrosity up.

Well World,The stank whore lived
lived and vexed Me, vexed and stalked Us, her entire Family and friends,  for Eighty-Eight Years!

Stank 'hoe died UN RE PEN TANT!

It was her choice
WE ALL have Free Will!

NO, I refuse to go the way of martha jane
World,  martha jane (mathy jane) walters hodges doster watson lamoureax was a demon disquised for far too long.

No ,I have no love for her
No,  I can no longer fear her

When the low 'root working" whore died
so did her su-su

ROT
ROT
ROT
UNREPENTANT WHORE OF BABYLON

Don't ever fear demons
Stand up to all of them
If they are dead
Dance, Dance,Dance
Up on  their dead ass UN RE PEN TANT grave

BEAMING!!!

***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***
Sunday, March 14, 2021

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