DIVINE ORDER:

Martha had to die!
She was too foul.
This world had never seen such.
Mathy was the kind of woman,  her husband or man would catch, ass out, ass in the air, fornicating.  This whore would get up, put on her "draws" and beat the man's ass for catching her!
I saw it!
I saw if for myself.
I was four years old.
It was on the post, Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
She was a newly wed.
He was her second legal husband.
She beat him bloody, he had to seek medical attention for all of the holes she did deliberated and viciously open on his head,  with the butt of a gun.
He did end up begging her back.
She did reluctantly take him back.
He learned to never see what his eyes never wanted to see again.
She told me it didn't matter if I ever told, no one was going to believe me.
She is a LIE!
There is not ONE Lie in that Book!
It is just a matter of time.

Yes, she did very successfully pin a baby on him that was clearly not his.  (Baby, tall and brown, him, short and jet black! No way!  Then the bitch lodged a hate campaign against me for noticing!)   How?  He was foolish enough to be lured by this woman to do the "un-un-do-able", the shameful, the forbidden.  That was Mathy's secret to power; luring you into some corrupt sick deed.

Thank GOD the whore threw me under the bus when she lusted after that Arab-almost-had-good-hair-almost-yalla-another-soldier-sucker, man.  Martha wanted this *R*** so much, she failed to count the cost.

Failing to tell her father that her young lover was moved out swiftly,  when Martha was alerted by the Red Cross,  that her Viet Nam serving husband,  was merely hours from being sent home.

Doster came home for his father's funeral.  Martha was in love, actually very amorous. Played the part of dutiful wife.  Was disappointed when news from the Pentagon said Doster did not have to return to the battle field.  "Shit! Damn ignut ass, lucky ass, root working nigga , didn't get killed!"

Evidently, Martha and her new lover,  pinned for each other.  Lust lead to lust and before we knew anything my brother was holding up a bible,  swearing in a court of law,  at my mother's brutal-you-better-do-it bequest; swearing , his mother and stepfather had been separated and had not lived as husband and wife for two years.

She never bothered to invite me.  I could not believe this bitch.  Here she comes now, trying to soothe me now.  Trying to play innocent,  now.  She knew I could not handle the truth.  So, I went along with her bullshit, always alert to this slut. aways cautious, always, never trusting her again.