the devil, bad luck, what ever name you give it, "it" is real. "it" is very tiresome, burdensome, irksome, truly vexation of the spirit.
My mother had "it". "it" was all over her. Dumb ass slut refused to learn. Preferred lying, denying, tricking and forcing into captivity.
"She cussed!" (in reference to me) So f***** what! This bitch MURDERED! And you still honor her! You collection of dummies are straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel, not a camel, a whole herd. You have the nerve to shun me and you have never met a sin you would shun, a lie you would not believe.
Jesus told me that if you enter in and they receive you not, shake the dust off of your feet.
"Shaking over here , boss! Shaking over here!" ; said in my best Paul Newman voice.
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