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Oleta Adams - Get Here (Lyrics)

Yes! LORD you are still AWESOME!
Yes,  I'm BEAMING! Full of J<3Y! Just as Talented, Gifted, Blessed, Anointed , and DELIVERED , as The HOLY GHOST INTENDS!
True, I felt that sock to my gut. Yes, it still hurts. So! What have "they" proved? That they are ignorant, primitive, blind sheep, racist as fuck,  and certainly have no right to label themselves Christ lovers.
Imps, dullards by the millions, calling themselves  true Christians, while they gleefully engage in atroscities for the "One percent", for the Elite, for sick ass, sadistic, ignorant, primitive, closeted, toxic white wo/MEN!
So what? "As a wo/man thinketh in her heart, so is s/he."
My own birthER, an ordained pastor (suppossedly), preached for over  fifty-five years , a closet homosexual. Really a "'hoe-mo-sexual". S/he was a closet nymphomaniac, s/he was always extremely sadistic, extremely lying, jealous, greedy, ignorant, manipulative, "Color Struck", and RACIST!
Always quite violent, if you didn't let her have her way. S/he was certainly demon possessed. The low slut loved to visit this one particular murdered man's grave,  for "graveyard dirt". Claiming the dirt gave her power.

I HATE THAT BITCH AND I'M GLAD S/HE IS DEAD!
THE SKANK IS FLUNG INTO THE OUTER REALM.
Where ever that is, it ain't "Heaven", that's for sure.
Why color?Why do they place so much value on skin color? They have nothing else. No morals!None! Not 'narun. they are all untrustworthy and try that loyalty shit on the simple.
Those that csn;t or those that refuse to live and honest righteous life. They not only lie, they force their loved one's to lie.
This t rump shit is now out of control. 
IT is what IT is. 
"IT is all in Divine Order".
BEAMING!!!

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