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John Lee Hooker - It Serves Me Right To Suffer 1969 AMEN!!!

BORN INTO THE CLUTCHES OF A SAVAGE, DEMON POSSESSED C***!
World, No,  I am not ashamed!
I am proud! Yes, I'm BEAMING! 
DELIVERED from  donald t rump's TWIN!
How damn stupid can people actually be? 
Color!?
Color bitch!?
Really?
Is that all you ever had?
Grey eyes, a pink lipped Pervert!?
Really?
Hold the fuck up! 
Rome Walters taught me better.
Taught me to never lie and cloak for anyone.
Never raised his voice to terrorize and intimidate me , either.
That slut that birthed me, was SICK!
PSYCHOTIC, all of her days.
Bragged every single day for eighty-eight years,  if you round up, about her white skin, her pink pussy, her ability to scramble anyone's brains.
Just like t rump , s/he got away.  No, not clean, s/he was pretty foul and putrid by the time s/he expired.
Question, what did s/he get? What accolades did s/he earn? None! Not na'ran. Who cares how many fine long cars s/he owned? Who cares that s/he was one of the first "Blacks" to invade Foxfire?
Who really cares that s/he never missed Church? Was baptized three or four times.
Was always on "Program"?
The low whore, wanna be "Root Doctor", wiped her shitty ass in a letter and mailed it me!
For what!?
World, martha jane walters, used to smash puppies between bricks,  as a child! So of course, severely beating, burning, raping, molesting her own children,  was sure to follow.
This continued "Wall of Silence",  concerning this whore,  befuddles me.
No matter, I shall not lie for her stankin' dead ass.
BEAMING!!!

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