I was listening. Yes, I did hope and pray but I failed to look. Why? Was it fear? Did I believe our truth was too devastating to know? Did I fear her retribution? We all knew, what ever you do, don't you ever make Mathy Jane mad, don't upset her in any way. Don't contradict her, don't look at her sideways.
Play your assigned role. The roles Martha assigned were as follows:
Golden child- the one she pretends to love the most. He was called My Black Prince. No she secretly hated him also. But she knew her showers of praise would keep him blind, deaf and dumb while she raped him.
Scape goat- that's me, the one she outwardly hated and demanded that the entire family hate me also. I was the family mule, forced to carry all of Martha's sins and closet deeds.
Flying monkeys- these are the low functioning dummies in the Wizard of Oz always called upon to do the witch's bidding. They were always Johnny on the spot to do what ever she demanded without question. The poor unfortunates are still suffering, locked down and hopeless.
My LORD! My LORD! You said in your WORD that the wicked shall cease from troubling and I thank You!
Look at their fruit children, look at their fruit!
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