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Mississippi John Hurt - You Got To Walk That Lonesome Valley (Live) "LifeING !"

Dear Friends and Family, there shall come a time when we all have to leave here. 
"You got to left heah! Didn't come here to stay always." Said my brilliant GrandFather :Rome Walters.
My GrandFather was the wisest man I've ever known.  An incredibly wise sage. No, he didn't talk much but, when he talked, he Taught!
I am so glad I recognized his wisdom, compassion , tenderness,  and true righteousness,  from the moment that low life creature,  that birthed me, abandoned me,  until s/he realized I was worth an allotment check from "Duh Give-a-Mint".
World, just like djt, mjw was NOT going to listen! Worse,  you were going to pay dearly,  for the rest of your  natural  life!
"Stand up to get knocked down!" "Get IT through your thick ass skull! How can you win when your mother, the "BirthER" is your TORMENTOR!
World, watch and pray! WE THE PEOPLE  are in Trouble! WE THE PEOPLE are standing in the need of prayer.
No, the evildoers are not too strong.  They are doing exactly what they have been prophesied to do.
Oh yes, do anything to resist mathy jane walters' demonic spirit, go ahead, see if you didn't SUFFER IMMEDIATELY!
 Don't ever cause her distress!  S/he was WHITE! White always equals right to those possessed of an evil, jealous, greedy, sadistic Spirit.

While that is the Truth, don't waste one second of your precious life, denying yourself,  while trying to please predators, that are obviously "blood suckers".
They are"Disobedient to parents." They are rude bullies! Pathological Liars! "Shun them!"
Now walk in your Glory! Hold your head up!
BEAMING!!!

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