doesn't make you right. Being vicious and cruel doesn't make you courageous. Robbing, raping, ruining in secret doesn't make you superior.
The fact that you call yourself a female, a mother, doesn't make you maternal. Bragging about being considered the mother of a church you consider beneath you is a testament to your deep confusion.
"Thou shalt not lie!" Why lie? A lie is not true, can never be made true. All liars are bullies, emotional blackmailers. "Believe me! Prove you love me! Prove you fear me! Accept my lies as the Gospel truth and shut up."
"Watch me die unrepentant. No, no one can drag me kicking and screaming any where near the truth."
No one could explain to Mathy Jane why she felt so inferior to everyone immediately. Common, lack of morals. Yes, you can let you carnal nature control you just like a dog in heat but, you will suffer psychologically. Martha's grin was wide often. Martha plotted often and won. Martha was sick. Wiping her behind in my bath cloth. Just jealous. Why couldn't she every envy without desiring to pounce, to destroy. Demon possession.
My mother was clearly demon possessed. If there has ever been a demon spirit controlling a person's behavior, my mother had one. Really, many. Martha had a legion.
"Come ye out from among them."
Bow down satan!
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