"Have I therefore become...

your enemy because I tell you the truth?" (Galatians 4:16)

You can rail against me.  Tell some more lies.  "Work" some more "roots". (they ain't working).  You poor foolish child.  You have been lying, denying, hating, trying to play "god" your whole life.  Always too blind and dim-witted to see that you were (are) losing.  Always too corrupt and self-centered to see you had what you always  envied.

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She demanded credit for her "work".  Demanded that her brilliant" guile and stealth be recognized and commended.  Nothing pleased her more than a "testimony".
     "I got in the court house fust, jest lak you sed I should!  I poured dust.  I didn't sprinkle it. (ha-ha-ha)  The judge sed 'Case dismissed!...I declare Mathy!  You got a gift woman!"

I was standing there listening, in awe.  There I was, a quarry slave and I didn't even know it.  The phone rang every day at the exact same time, four o'clock on the dot !  "Hello Gwen!" she blasted harshly through the phone; "Is That HOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE! Standing Tall!?"  Translation; the b**** would sasshay in at 5:30 just to terrorize.  She would just inspect what I did.  I was held to a higher standard.  I was the only girl.  No matter how much I cleaned and scrubbed (I was a modern day black Cinderella) she complained and raised hell.  Every thing was "WHAT MUTHA F****** !??? WHAT MUTHF******!? " on and on until sleep over took her.

I know now it was her guilt beating her, chasing her.  She was filthy but couldn't scrub clean.   Coming clean would require some truth telling and she wasn't about to do that.

I'll never forget her "stank eye", her loud complaints.  "Yo' granddaddy paid all dat money fa' dem boots! and you only woe'em a few times....(my daddy always wasting hiz damn money on you!)".

I knew then.  I always knew.  You made sure I knew.{I gave yo' black a** away...ha-ha-ha...don't nobody know how much I hate yo' black a**...not even you ...you jet black, cold black, piece of s***}

She was bragging.  She was ha-ha-ha-ing again.  Translation; "I'm duh 'cause of yo' knee swelling up.   But, you didn't see ME!  You can't prove S***!  Ha-ha-ha! (I put duh sneak in sneaky) I can't lose fa' the stuff I use and you can't win fa' duh fix you in.  Ain't no body gon' eva' suspect me 'cause I'mma a fake preacha, I mean real preacha."

"You ain't gon' be popular and beautiful.  You ain't gon' nevah be nuttin' but a 'ho lak me!"

[You tolerate that woman that calls herself a prophetess.]

A woman trying to be a man.  That's too much confusion.  That is against GOD's law.  It is not going to work.  You can't hide it.  It is going to be known.  You should have faced your truth seventy years ago.  At any rate you should have kept your filthy hands, thoughts and deeds off of me.  You should have crucified your flesh instead of crucifying me.  I guess crucifying me was easier. (So you thought)

A total dim-wit, dumb enough to engage in a war with GOD.  Come Jesus!