I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Amen, Glory to GOD...

thank you Jesus.  Thank you for lifting me up out of the muck and the mire.  Thank you for giving me eyes to see and ears to hear.  Thank you for delivering me from evil.  Thank you for giving me the courage to stand up for myself.  To stand up for justice, to stand up for righteousness.

Looking back over my life I was more than just another abused, tortured unwanted child.  The most demonic commonest woman on earth birthed me.  Commoner than any woman in Sodom and Gomorrah.  A evil wretch demanding to be kept a secret.  Committing every foul deed known to mankind and screaming ; "You bed not tell it!"

Piling on make-up, wigs, expensive robes and perfume trying to camouflage her hideous real personality.  Hoping you will never know, never catch on.  Betting that you are as stupid as she is.  Braggadocios and bitter at the same time.  Mad that she had a baby at sixteen.  Seething with anger that the man she tried to trap caught on early.  Made his get away.  Fuming because she never caught on.  Delivered baby after baby out of wedlock.  Too dumb to acknowledge the truth she always hated the men and those damn black a** babies she was stuck with,  had to care for, had to pretend to love in front of people.  Children she couldn't wait to torture out of the sight of a prying public.

The world was always in her "bizness", always "talking about hur".  The "wurld is jealous of hur".

Her daddy prayed for her daily.  He never tired.  No matter what she did he kept right on praying, loving, trying to help, trying to understand.  The ungrateful harlot repaid him with a bullet in the heart.  Insists that he killed himself.  Never admitting how she abused him, screamed at him demanding to know when he was going to die.  She will never tell how she left him in filth, piss and defecation.

Why did she hate her father so much?  She hated her father for the same reason she still hates GOD.  Her father knew the truth about her and told her about herself every day.  She hates GOD and hates His WORD.  Not only that she hates any and every one that will dare tell her the truth about herself.  She hates anyone that will stand up to her.   If you want to be around her.  If you want to be around Mathy Jane you have to be a spineless worm going along with her lies. "Amening" her fabricated life.  Pertending that  Jerome Walters was a bad man.  Pretending that she is best thing since sliced bread, that you love her more than life itself.   You must run up to her and swoon after one of her sermons and tell her how great it was, how it touched your heart and saved your life.

If you can't do that.  If you can't cower and shrink in her presence she wants no part of you.  If you are doing too well, if you have fifty more dollars than she has.  If you have a better car, look better or get a compliment in her presence.  You better get ready to fight.  She is going to sneak up on you with her "roots", her lies.  She is going to talk bad about you behind your back.

Don't worry she will never confront you face to face.  She is much too cowardly.  She had to drug her father with Darvon before she murdered him. He was taking too long to die.  She was tired, he was a useless burden.  He had saved up quite a bit of money to give to his grandchildren.  She couldn't let that happen.  No one was ever going to be treated better than Mathy Jane.  Not if she could help it.

No she is not crazy.  No she does not have a split personality or multiple personalities.  She is just evil.  Evil, common and cowardly, plain and simple.  No, she has good sense.  She is not off her rocker or suffering with bi-polar disorder.

She is evil, knows that she is evil.  Evil is her choice.  She chose it long ago.

You should not have murdered Jerome Walters.  That was your undoing Mathy Jane.  You and your "huzband" should not have molested me.  I forgave you when I was old, 1997.  You should have been satisfied.  You just had to hit me one more lick.  GOD revealed you.

The choice is still yours.  You can still come clean.  No I am no longer your sniveling coward. AND I WILL NOT SHUT UP!

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