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Trump CRASHES with BIGGEST DISASTER of His Life AWESOME!!!

Not only am I marked Safe! I am DELIVERED from the lowest, despicable, "Bottom Feeder" to ever slither on this good Earth!
BEAMING!!!
World, while my birthER was indeed Despicable! HORROR UNLEASHED! I'm still Growing and Glowing!
Thank You LORD!
s/he always hated me, always blamed me for her filth. Labeled me the family "snitch"from birth.

Where did you get that idea from mathy jane?
Did you really believe your white skin gave you the right to slaughter, rape, rob, murder your own flesh?
"You musta did , because you sho'did!"

martha you were SCUM! You were in fact always the "Bottom Feeder",  granddaddy  always accused you of being. Is that why you MURDERED him? You stank 'hoe!
You are FLUNG! 
You refused repentance at eighty-eight! Of course you did! When were you ever honest? Teachable? Reachable? Intelligent? Calm? Serene? NEVER!!!
 When did you ever care about anyone more than your white skin?
NEVER!!!
(Look at that old low slut t rump, when has he ever cared about anything or anyone , more than his ghostly white water moccasin skin?)
NEVER!
 Low slut for satan, when were you ever decent? When were you ever trustworthy?
martha you put your confidence in a book, "The Lost Book of Moses". You had the best time a common, demon possessed Conjurer could create for herself.
I hate YOU! Not only do I hate your stanking dead ass, I am praying for forgiveness for ever being delusional enough to love you, to trust you, to try to be like you.
I REBUKE YOU,  and I  hope,  and pray the Holy Spirit will grant me enough "Brain width", strength and courage ,  to expose you, and your kind! 
You did predict I would; "You'll be the one to betray me".
Like your stanking, whorish ass,  was Jesus!

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