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Mississippi Fred McDowell - 61 Highway

PRAISE THE LIVING LORD!

It really wasn't that long ago, 
an old jealous, skanky, demon possessed Sea Hag,  "birthed" Me.

That is,  an old stank,  'ho,  Pervert,  saw fit , to permit Me to live, 
to be her stanking ass footstool

PRAISE THE LIVING LORD!
that old stank 'ho had to die one one day

Yes, LORD I am Jubilant!
Rejoicing!
A wo/man far too wicked, sick and demented,  for imps , just as wicked ,  to ever notice, to even care.

No problem,  because the old low slut had to die one day and all of the righteous are benefiting from the BACKFIRE!

If s/he remained too stupid, too stiff neck, too lying, too corrupt,  to repent of her sins,  at age Eighty-Seven, that filth is on her.

Yes, I do continue to pray fervently for my five brothers, fellow victims of that HORROR,  straight from the bowels of hell!

I pray for their "shame". I pray that one day they learn they have no reason to be ashamed.

We were TRAUMA BONDED by the slickest, slimmiest, lowest , closet demon,  to ever slither on this Earth.

WO/MAN, Brothers! "Thou art loosed!" Simply REBUKE her, IT! 

Step out on Faith. Never lie for that dead , unrepentant Whore again!

No wonder s/he ingrained; "Ni, I'wud take dat tuh my grave."  I guess you would,  you lying INCESTUOUS, Root Working Maggot of a "mother".

*******THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES*******
Monday, August 2, 2021


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