Smokey Robinson & the Miracles "(Come 'Round Here) I'm The One You Need"...BEAMING!!! SPRINGING UP AND DOWN ON A DEAD dEMON"S UNREPENTANT HEAD!!!

First of all; "Givin' (H) On Nur to GAWD , who IS DUH HEAD OF MY LIFE!" "THANKY! THANKY! LAWD GEE ZUSSSS! for you surely have broungt Me, Us, from a mighty long way.

"Throwed away babies", born into the clutches of a Demon Possessed , Fallen Wo/Man. A closet Bulldagger! A not so secret "Root Worker", Conjurer, BLESSING BLOCKER! A complete Viper ! A closet Hater, a wo/man that FLAT REFUSED to ever tell the COMPLETE TRUTH , ABOUT ANYTHING!

Especially about being PERVERTED! A Lustful , Sick, Sadistic. INCESTUOUS PEDOPHILE!

A complete MURDER=ER many times over. A complete FAKE! Never more than a low maggot whore, a bully, a mongrel, a wo/man 1000% MONSTER , that far too many people still fear , though the whore has been dead.

Yeeessssss! We are coming up on Nine Years of Freedom from that Dead Lying Slut. May s/he continue to ROT, Unrepentant!

What did the dumb whore get, what did s/he win? NOTHING! Not a MUTHAFUCKIN" THANG! A bad name, fo'show! The contempt and hatred s/he deserved, from some. No, not all. One thing for sure, that wo/man called mathy jane walters, left all of her "Flying Monkeys" in bondage.

They are so dumb, many still pretend to honor that SLUT! Knowing full well s/he was ALWAYS FAKE! WAS NEVER DEPENDABLE ! Was just as DEE MON IC as sATAN!

Not only that, the dumb whore must have been stupid, some kind of RETARD! "How are you going to preach Repentance and then REFUSE it, on Your death bed, and you are Eighty-Eight Years OLD!?

"I ain't studdin' you" , old lying , stank, dead, Wolf in Sheep's clothing!

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