"Let the church roll on!"

Went to church every single Sunday for twenty-one years in a solid row.  Sat right next to her, right up under her, loving her fiercely.  She was my mother.

(Let the church roll on!)

Little did I know that I was birthed to a woman that hated me and all of her children with a (secret) passion.  When no one was looking or paying attention she was brutally beating, raping, molesting, terrorizing and degrading .  All the time proclaiming her undying love.

(Let the church roll on!)

I took all I could take, finally made my first escape at the ripe old age of thirty-eight.  Why? My mother sent me a letter she wiped her behind in, cussed and cursed me like a dog.  That was it.  I preferred being  an orphan.

(Let the church roll on!)

If you have never innocently opened a letter caked with fecal matter from a your own dear mother  , you may never understand my anguish.  If you never had to hide your deep shame and pain behind a smile,  you have no idea of the "black tax" the evil one has made so many people of color pay.

(Let the church roll on!)

So tossed and driven, so forlorned, I was broke, I was homeless, unemployed.  I went down to death's door with no one on my side but Jesus.

(Let the church roll on!)

Old Mathy Jane just knew she was winning.  Robbing, stabbing, raping, brutalizing,  all the time hollering "Lawd, Lawd!".  ( Just another ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing. )  Martha was  so good with her secret witchcraft she SHOT HER OWN DADDY IN THE HEART!  Got away clean!

(Let the church roll on!)

This vile reprobate was so disrespectful to GOD she decided she was called to PREACH!

(Let the Church roll on!)

I came to tell you every word in that Book is true.  Act like Mathy if you want to.  Visit graves collecting dust in Jesus' name.  Live a repugnant life!   MOCK GOD!  Be dumb enough to conjure your demonic spirits in Jesus' name. Keep on.

(Let he church roll on!)