The problem with growing

old as an evildoer,   you wear your victims out.   They either die off or learn to steer clear of your evil treacherous , whorish, demonic  ass.  You barely give them time to catch their breath from one malicious act of betrayal  before you are up to some life altering, soul vexing scheme again.   And you are the only one laughing.  The only one that finds your sly secret demonic acts even remotely humorous.  This elevates your paranoia. So, you become increasing delusional with each passing day.  You have long forgotten the reason you hate your daughter, your sons, your father, every relative you ever knew.  You know you can't be exposed. You know you will be embarrassed to high heaven if the world had any idea who you really were, who you really belonged to and for EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS!

Spread hatred and bigotry.  Congratulate people for having light skin and "good hair".  It is an accident of birth but be sure you assure them that it is a gift from GOD.  BLOW UP THEIR MIDGET MINDS WHILE YOU ROB THEM BLIND.   They will have nothing when you finish.  All of them will be low whores, willing to trade their bodies for a loaf of bread.  They will not read, they will not study.  They will not try.  They will blame.  They will do nothing but become just like you.  A kept thing demanding to fornicate, lie, and wallow in their own filth  twenty-four seven.

You will be long dead before these simpletons even begin to know what a plague on society you really were.  Before it ever occurs to them that their silence is a sin, a sign of weakness, of brokenness of their sorry "sorriness".

Who knew you were a coward?  Always proudly screaming; "COME GIT YO'BEATIN'!!! ….grab hur  ***! Stop hur! Don't let hur git away!"  

Yes,  I ran, hid out for hours just like a run away slave on a plantation.  Who knew that you would dare live the life you lived,  then get down to settling up time and refuse to repent?  What happened to all that courage?  All that bravado!?  You could shoot you daddy in the heart with the same pistol that killed his son.  You were so clever you did it on the fortieth  anniversary of his son's murder.  Was that some kind of omen?  Some forewarning or fore boding? Lies you tell satan.

Let them march lock step behind a known demon to their dirty little graves.  Not me! I won't follow behind you blind flying monkeys.   What did you get?  What did she leave you?  She left you lying. She left you desperately trying to prop her dead stanking ass up as a decent human being.  It can not be done.  It can't be done because it is not true.  Martha Jane Walters was never a decent human being.

Don't worry, few will Praise the LORD, for real.

I am so glad, so proud, that I can Praise the LORD for real!

Praise the LORD!