Singing in the Sunshine!

For eighty-seven years my immature mother pouted, was mad because things did not go her way.  That is a form of mental illness, some type of dyslexia.  Martha was permanently jealous.  Could never move past the green eyed monster mainly because she chose not to.  I get it.  The first word Mathy got was that she was superior, that she was blessed with light skin, good hair and superior intelligence.  Her life was pre-mapped out, she could do no wrong.  Tall good looking eligible well to do young  men were going to throng to  her door.  Unfortunately it was all a lie and Mathy Jane found herself picking cotton for no-low wages just like the blackest coons.

Mathy, chill, we are all lied to.  There is no Prince Charming for any of us.  Life is not a Fairy Tale.  There is no happy ending for any of us.

This did not sit well with Mathy so she embarked on a career of treacherous,  untrustworthy,  female and won.  Yes, she lost her soul in the process but she rarely had to work.  For eighty-seven years she was always smart enough to spend some man's money, to completely waste someone else's money on opulence for herself.  If Martha had one wig, she had one thousand.  The same with shoes, dresses, pocketbooks, cheap jewelry, on and on .

Yes, Martha was a liar but you better not call her one.  She would sic GOD on you and "chunk" some "dust" on you for good measure.  Yea, you claim it is nonsense but did you see her fourth husband?  I suggest you shut the fuck up!  Yes,  his light skin did turn to blue black  moldy stinking leather.  Yes, his skin did peel off of him like a snake.  Yes, his head was covered in boils and sores! I bet he didn't threaten to leave her any more either.

"Ain't no such thing as witchcraft my ass!  I saw!  I am a witness!"

No matter.  With all of Mathy's demonic power, we still have more Power.  Holy Ghost Power is all you need!

"Bow down satan!"

Praise the LORD!