Yes I'm troubled...

in my spirit.  It is obvious that I am in anguish.  How can I have such a great grandfather, a mighty man of GOD, and such a demonic mother?  How is it possible?

How can a man so wise seem to produce such blind, uncaring, unfeeling, do nothing, say nothing relatives? I am not the "terror of the village", she is!  I didn't do it, she did!

Why am I the leper?  Why am I scorned?  No, I wasn't going to tell it either.  But, she got bored and made me her target.  The bitch (yes I cussed, ain't no point in me lying) is trying to punish me for her sins.  Low life, common "root working" whore.

You know she is the reason your house burned down.  You know she is the reason you never made it as a musician.  She's the reason you lost your wife, your family, your career, your horn.

No, I  didn't lose my mind.  I  got good sense.  I got sense enough to stay away from her demonic ass.  The truth is, we should have killed her.   We should have murdered her demonic ass.  Of course we where too scared.  We never learned to work together.

Yes, I was going to kill that damn black ass husband of hers.  I never thought about killing her though.  I could not bring myself to believe that she was behind all my misery.  I know now though.  I know full well she was and is the orchestrator of all this hideous madness.  The stupid greedy n**** bitch never had any restraint.  Never knew when she went too far.  Never had enough sadist cruelty.   Don't you ever forget she crushed that puppy between two bricks when she was a little girl.

The bitch had the nerve to tell me; "Don't piss on my grave when I'm ded."  Who can say something like that?  Why would anyone want to piss on any one's grave?  What kind of mind is that?  What kind of mind entertains the idea of violating little children sexually?    DEMON POSSESSED!

Just how dumb are you?  Of course she is demon possessed!  You can't entertain the devil, get involved in "witchcraft" and think you are not going to lose your soul.  Don't believe me.  Look at her fruit.  Listen to her conversation.  How many preachers hate other preachers?  How many mothers are jealous of their only daughter?  You know she's jealous.  Do you need fifty dollars that bad?  She's the reason you're broke in the first place.

Look at that husband, that beady eyed rat sitting in the dark eating off of a wooden plank.  She is at least sixteen years older than he is.  That's not natural.  "Sumpin' unnatchul going on!"  WHY WON'T SHE DIE!?

Why are you so afraid of her?  Are you paralyzed?  Void of all human pride and dignity?  You can't believe it can you?  No way, you say.  Impossible.  She wouldn't do that!  She's so sweet.  She's so funny.  I know she mailed you that turd one time, but ...  I know she "cut the fool" and closed down her son's medical practice.  Made him so shame he just left town.  Left for twenty-five years.  So, your house burned down.  She told everybody but you, that she was behind it.  You think it was that wife that got you put out of the service.  It was her.  Yea, she put roots on you and made your white girlfriend quit you.

She's a god, a little homemade mini god, going about slaying whom ever she chooses.  So you decided it is in your best interest to continue to kiss her ass.  Go along to get along.  Wait until she dies.  Then you'll tell.  We will all have a good time sharing our "Mathy Jane" stories.

Will it be too late?  Will you have lost too much?  Will you be too broken and disillusioned to heal?

 She knows she's guilty.  Could not care less.  That demon gave you and GOD her ass to kiss about seventy years ago.  She's bold.  She has quite a "sac".  You, on the other hand, have tiny little testicles.   Judging by your actions or lack of, I would say they are about the size of a grain of sand.

Your choice.  I press on.