When I read about reprobates putting on sheep's clothing, preaching falsely, it never occurred to me that was truly my own mother's issue. There is no way we could have known as little toddlers what serious danger we were in fact in.
Those hot soapy enemas that I did manage to complain about to my grandfather ended abruptly when I was four but I was left with the reputation of being a tattle tale.
It is true, my own mother was one sick , sexually perverted reprobate. Now I know why she went around the house screaming at the top of her lungs; "Don't nun of you black muthafuckers eva'tell a MUTHAFUCKING THANG DAT GO ON IN DIS HOUSE!"
Dear LORD thank you fro saving me from that idiot and her idiot men. Thank you for for urging me to run when those two buzzards had me in the bed between them when I was five.
Reveal her LORD! Expose her! Let her name rot! May more people come to understand why they must repent of their sins. Bring them down LORD! Cast out every single lying reprobate preaching falsely in your Church!
Dear LORD I pray fervently for every one that still loves Martha, still believes in her lies, her WITCHCRAFT!
Most of all LORD thank you for delivering me, my daughter. Dear LORD I thank you for not permitting that Albatross to harm my daughter. I thank you for guiding me away from her for nine whole years!
While Martha Jane Walters was the worse curse to befall the Walters family, we are not forsaken. I am not lost. Sure I had Martha. But without Martha I could have never had Jerome Walters or my daughter. I would not trade all the money, power and prestige in the world for the privilege of having these two wonderful people in my life.
People should know that demon possession is real but it doesn't matter because GOD does sit high and (HE) does look low. Ironically, that monstrosity, satan's evilest, lowest common whore, taught me that.
Praise the LORD!
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