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People Get Ready - Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions (1965) A Lie is simply and artificial Truth

an artificial Truth, only accepted by fellow Liars, people, hue-man beings that are proud to live predatory, artificial , cold, fake, sadistic, envious, jealous , "Double lives".  Confused lives to be sure. Mostly miserable..  Why? (GOD only knows)

While I know your own "mother", "birthER" , should never be your greatest enemy but, the Truth IS, s/he  all too often, IS!  My "birthER" was not only My worse possible enemy, martha jane walters , was the true "Menace to Society"! Yes, the hell s/he WAS!

So what? I'm glad! What if that low, "root working" whore , actually loved Me?What if s/he had not stalked Me with a Vengeance for Sixty-two years? Had not kept Me confused always throwing away my "left shoe".  What if I had not been forced to fight an enemy,  that I could not see, had no idea existed? What if some real pastor had preached about, warned about "anti-mothers" instead of always begging for money?

What if pastors taught wo/men that "homosexuals" lurk in the "Church" , pretending to be "good wo/men"?

It is still terrifying,  I would have admired her and grown to be something , possibly worse, than her low ass, if the low slut had just shown Me "some real, sincere love".

Anyway, a Lie is merely an "Artificial Truth".  I can't do it. I won't do it. I will not lie and fake for anyone, for any reason. Periodt!

I didn't make Myself! Like EVERYONE, My "Color", gender, and "parentage", all an accident of birth. When you find anyone bragging about their "Color", you are dealing with an ignoramus. "Shun the very presence of evil."

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