Burn some candles...

spray some room deodorizer.  Scrub up, wash good, get down in between those cracks.  Make sure your robe is tight, fresh from the the professional dry cleaners.  Buy the most expensive perfume, get it from Saks.

It doesn't matter what you do.  You are still going to stink.  The only people that can't smell you are the people just like you.  Lost.  Blind and won't see.

Search that Bible.  Look for a loop hole.  Look for a way out of this "mess".  Anything but the truth.  Tell some more lies.  Slander!  Slander that little ***** for telling the truth on you.  Telling truth that you will never admit too.

She could have waited.  She could have waited until I died! I hate  her for shaming me. I hate my daddy for shaming me. I  hate him for always getting in my business telling me how to live.

Nobody had to know.  It happened a long time ago.   Who cares?  I never cared.  I thought it was fun.  I just wanted to give them a little taste of life while they were still young and innocent.  So what if it was forbidden?  Ain't nobody going to ever believe I did that.  I am  too good of a preacher.  Plus, she is the only one talking.  That talking *** blind cousin is dead.  The other victims are too scared to tell.  They have more sense.  I tricked those ******* good.    Those losers are hanging around thinking they are going to get something.  Won't they be surprised.

I don't love nobody!  Never did, never will.  If they could just read my mind for five minutes they would be horrified.

Let me get up and get ready to go to church again.  Rev. XXXXXX asked me to pray again.  Oh! they sure love to hear me pray.  (Those dummies will never know that's a prayer I stole, memorized it off a tape.  Got it from a 91 year old saint)

My daughter call me dumb, call me a fool, because I believe in voodoo and hoodoo.  She can't understand why a person that claims to be as intelligent as I do would put all of their faith in satan and just pretend to love the LORD.

I'm skipping and singing on my way to church.   Got my zombied husband to drive me.  He's my slave, he don't know it though.  Got my son back her with me.  I scrambled his brains like an egg.  Yea, he might be a medical doctor.  But, I sure ruined him.  I sure did.

Ain't none of them ever going to amount to anything hanging around me.  Good enough for them.  They shouldn't have loved me.  Shouldn't have tried to help me.

I won! I won! There ain't no GOD.  If there was a GOD He would have punished me by now.

What's Divine Order any way?