Dear LORD,

this prayer is for my five brothers, for my family and friends.  This prayer is for the living, for the  ruined,  the robbed, those crushed to dust under the weight of demonic men and women, the anti-Christs, standing in "churches' preaching to and enslaving the simple.

While Martha sounded good,  she was the best secret closet soothe Sayer, "root working" conjurer that ever lived.  GOD knew!

Not one time, not one moment in my entire life has GOD ever left me.  She laughed, she scorned, she threw not rocks but boulders and hid her hand.  She swore she was winning.  Standing in a so called "church" "preaching" to the ignorant, the just as blind, just as simple.  Hordes with itching ears crowding into "churches" to look the part.  To play the part of a dutiful servant of GOD while secretly loving and serving satan.

Inwardly ravenous wolves, just like their leaders.  GOD IS NOT MOCKED!

Pray! Don't prey as Martha demanded, advised.  Look what it got her!

Jesus told us to come out from among them.

I loved Jerome Walters, he saved my life.  I want no part of relatives that do not care, that can't care because the still fear a dead demon.

May the Dear LORD pierce your stubborn blind hearts with a finger of love. May GOD finally remove the blinders from your eyes.  May He strengthen your hearts, increase your weak faith, teach you your truth.   May you come to know Jesus Christ in the pardoning of your sins.

PTL!

I press on! Unbowed!  Unbought! Unbound!  Unafraid!  GOD got me!

Thank you Jesus!