GOD knows and (HE) is separating the wheat from the chaff, (HIS) lambs from the viperous wolves. Yes, I did get up this morning not only thanking Almighty GOD for finally removing the dead carcass of Martha Jane Walters from this planet , but for revealing her.
I reflect on all of the pain, humiliation and degradation my own mother put me through, my whole family through for nearly a century and cry. There are days that I breakdown, crushed, and wonder aloud; "How could she?" Dear LORD how could one woman be so evil, so long, secretly?
Fear. When fear is planted deep into the soul of a child from infancy by their own mother you can rest assured their lives will never amount to much. That was my evil mother's plan. She was an extremely lazy whore. Mathy Jane deliberately enslaved me and started me on a career of house servant by age five.
I still remember how she grabbed me, put me on my knees on a backward facing chair to wash dishes in TIDE! My tiny little hands in the hottest water possible trying to scrub them clean. Martha stood there watching me , instructing me. I remember the slippery jelly jars sliding out of my tiny hands and crashing to the floor. That whore beat me viciously. Yes, I soon learned to hold ever plate, glass, pot with a vice grip.
Martha was a brilliant viper. She always had a ready reason, a perfect alibi for everything she did. That jealous stanking whore went so far as to pretend she was suddenly interested in my education at age eight. Martha took a paper plate, scribbled some numbers on it and told me it was a clock. She held her little homemade clock as far away from my face as she could and then demanded that I tell her what time it was.
First of all , I was as blind as a bat. I could not see shit. My world had been blurry so long I did actually think that was the way the world looked. Do know the dumb whore play teacher never bothered to teach me the concept of telling time. I remember her screaming "Duh big hand on duh seben, duh luddle hand on duh 'leben! What time is it?"
Foolishly I thought it was a guessing game and mumbled some random number. That stanking low whore of a Jezebel freak jumped on me like a frog on a June bug. Not only did she pound me in the head and slap me repeatedly , she kept screaming about my deep stupidity. How damn blue black I was. How I was nothing but a damn dumb ass black bastard.
What kind of mind is that? Just who does that? What kind of woman professes her great love for her children in front of witnesses yet delights in their secret torture? A low whore that was taught that her light skin and "good hair" made her perfect.
My point is all the evil things my mother and her "husband" did to me made me strong. Resilient! Independent! Tenacious! Brave! Courageous! I fear no man or woman mainly because Jesus told me not to and because I have to tell about this whore. This repugnant piece of shit that some ignorant church labeled Mother of the Church. (You all would have done better going down on Person street and picking up the first street waker.)
So many of our Churches and religious leaders are viciously railing against "Gays", condemning hating attempting in every way to persecute them while vile predators PREACH!
Why? What two consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes is certainly none of my business. It is as if the devil himself is saying; "Watch me use men and women of GOD to mock (HIM)"
That is exactly what my mother did. Standing up preaching in Simon Temple A.M.E.Zion Church on Yadkin Road in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Whoa! No, congregants and parishioners of Simon Temple you can't move past that fact. All is not well. If you have a pastor that feared such a beast, if you have a pastor just passing the collection plate and never preaching against WITCHCRAFT, you don't have a pastor, you just have another Pimp!
That woman served Communion, married people, gave Last rites to the dying, knowing full well she was a disciple of satan. Knowing full well she went to Church every Sunday shaking her "roots".
Yes, I did believe she was a real preacher. Once convinced of her sincerity I returned to her lair after a nine year hiatus. Martha was that good, that perfect and charming as a pathological liar. She was that good as a brilliant actress.
Why did Martha behave so abominably for so long? Pride. "Pride goeth before a fall." Once hardheaded Martha had that baby at sixteen she decided her life was over. She did burn with anger when the father of her son refused to marry her. She did rage when her father failed her, when he did not get his shotgun and make that man marry her.
Long story short, Martha became a jealous beast and all that preaching and Bible quoting was all a hoax. My relatives can put that whore in Heaven if they want to . They know damn well they are lying, cloaking for a complete succubus.
I won't! I refuse to keep silent about that beast. I refuse to hate "Gays" or to help persecute them in any manner. Yes, I am on a mission to expose every pedophile, every incestuous "root working" abomination attempting to hide from themselves by playing preacher.
No, I am not ashamed. I am quite proud that Almighty GOD saw fit to rescue me from the scum of the earth, from my own mother!
Praise the LORD!
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