You don't know...

you don't want to know.  Some can't know.  GOD's Truth is not for them.  They decided long along that GOD's Truth is too hard to bear.  They would rather squander their lives in foolishness, frivolity and lies. They live fake lives, totally make believe.  They hide behind masks of Fashion Fare, double decker wigs and lavish expensive clothes.  They prop themselves up by driving expensive cars they can not afford.  They put on aires and perpetuate their pathological psychosis.

These monsters scream and holler, demand that you go along with their absolute insanity.  Some tire of fighting, just give up.  Let the ***** have her way.  She'll be dead soon, "I can live then."  Some feel lost and forsaken, "If there is a God, why did He leave me in the hands of this monster?  Why didn't some one stop her?  Why didn't someone help me? Rescue me?  Why didn't someone save me before she did her worse? had her way with me?"

GOD's Truth is not too hard to bear.  Your ignorance is.  Your lack of faith is.  Why do you cling to the "thing" that destroyed your life?  The abomination that blocks every blessing and forbids you to "think back". Why are you and old man and still afraid of her?  Still terrified after all these years?  You know she hates you, has an insurance policy on you waiting for you to die.

How can you look at her and not want to puke?   She still taunts you, laughs at you, ridicules you for driving an old broken down jalopy.  You are foolish and broken enough to laugh with her.

She is not funny.  Her sense of humor is not normal.  She takes that robe on and off at will.  One minute a pure demon the next minute professing to be the mother of the church.  You can't keep up.  So you remain silent counting every minute waiting for the old cunt to die.  Every damn day the old ***** is still living, still breathing, still taking up space.  Still lying, still hatching demonic plans of destruction.  Her blind children and grandchildren still groping in the dark not understanding why that have so much hard luck.

"There is none so blind as he who refuses to see."  See children, See!  That is my prayer for my family.  The family that cast me out because I refuse to lie.  Refuse to fear the toothless old reprobate.  I snatched her cloak off, saw a red eyed monster standing their glaring at me.  Standing there with my grandfather's blood dripping from her fang like jowls, from the claws she calls hands.  I snatched her robe off and suddenly remembered every cruel act.

I am a child of GOD.  All I ever wanted was a mother .  A mother to love and nurture me.  The woman that birthed me was never meant to be my mother.  GOD in His infinite wisdom made sure that I was "mothered".  I was "mothered" very well by my grandfather, Jerome Walters.

GOD is making sure that the world knows that all (black) men are not evil, sadist and common.  GOD is ensuring that the world knows that it is not your color but your character.  PRAISE THE LORD!