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Jimmy Ruffin Motown "What Becomes of the Broken Hearted" My Extended Ve...

A better question might be; what becomes of the Pathological Liar, the deliberate Blessing Blocker? What really happens to people willing to live "double -two faced lives"? Slippery serpents, planted on this good Earth to torment the righteous.Pretenders! Fake-ERs! Every last one of them.

Fact: "IT is what IT is." Your secret tormentor, you incestuous/pedophile birth-ER,  may die a few weeks shy of her Eighty-eighth birthday , LYING,denying, casting "spells", dispersion, division.  So? Who gives a FUCK? The low slut was a Maggot! Never more than a lying Maggot that was content to torment , terrorize, stalk and destroy from her "artificial, made up, little nigger kingdom,  A place of Lust, Cruelty and sadistic practices of Voodoo and Conjure.   A place of sick horror everyday but, Sunday. (Sunday too, but that was the day s/he was a pure Christ loving "Christian" for at least two hours.

Question, why can't the Pathological Liar stop lying? Are they unwilling, unable?  One thing the Pathological Liar will do,  when caught, RAGE! Cry! Preform! Dredge up guilt. Try to terrorize you with Fear. They quickly remind you that they are in charge of you and you are just basically Fucked!  Ha-Ha! I got you, what is your dumb , black ass,  going to do?

(I am going to "Endure to the end.") Many , most of My "Loved ones",  obviously do not give a SHIT about Me! They may pretend that it's Me, that I'm overly sensitive, etc.  But, the day you discover how very little you mean to someone that means the World to you, you will be crushed. "Endure to the end".

I was sadistically crushed! Stomped into the dirt by My own daughter. Like a fool I got up early , as is My custom.  Bathed extra special with the best Bubble bath, applied the best lotion, dressed in My best old clothes.  Then proceeded to wait ALL DAMN DAY! Sure, I was advised of sudden "changes".  Nothing was going as planned. Yet, I waited, anxious, excited, wanting, wondering, longing to see the "little kids" I helped to raise.

Should I feel foolish? Should I be angry, hurt, disappointed, or simply crushed? I shall settle for crushed. I shall stand tall at four feet nothing. Yes, I shall BEAM because I know that IT is The HOLY GHOST redeeming Me!

One thing I know, one thing I know,  I know; GOD loves Me Fiercely. An old outsider looking in,  can't know,  what I know, judging by My scars, My deep trauma, I can certainly understand why a person would count Me out, consider Me unworthy of the price of a meal. I only have one thing to say; "I'm still your mother."  Yes, I'm still somebody, Black skin and All. Another fe/male, unwanted, "Throwed away baby".

Sure, I can understand how or why a very foolish, poorly educated "Color struck" , ignorant racist , would banish Me to the outskirts of the World. A person that does not know GOD in the pardoning of their sins shall never believe that I have been resting in the Palm of GOD's Hand for My entire life.

Yes, judging by My pension, lack of any financial power, IT does seem to scream Forsaken,  to the untrained "ear".

Again, IT is not Color , IT is Character. Character is determined by your morality, your sense of  "right and wrong" , is actually determined  by You. How low shall you go to express your hidden envy and jealousy ? Are you willing to hurt, sabotoge, just DEVASTATE someone you claim to love? 





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