I was fourteen. Hand picked by GOD, No, I didn't know it. My mother knew it, my grandmother, my grandfather. That didn't stop old nasty Mathy Jane. I think every family has at least one, an old nasty pervert that can't keep their nasty carnal hands to themselves. You have to watch these sneaky nasty muthfuckers. You have to warn your little children. You do have to disturb their innocence early. My grandfather taught me when I was two! "These yo'germars! You wash yo'germars yo'sef! don't nevah let nobody touch yo'germars but you!" I was standing in a rusty tin tub with one inch of lukewarm water. Granddaddy was washing us, preparing us for "Sunday-go-to-meeting". He was using a bar of Lye soap he made. He was using a wash rag. It was really a rag. I paid attention.
What kept Martha secret, so long? She claimed it was witchcraft. It was shame, just sheer embarrassment. I know I didn't want to believe it, I refused to believe it. Yes, she fooled me too.
She could preach! That bitch could have fooled the Pope! I just found a letter she wrote me in 1997, the same year I returned to her lair. The letter is so sweet, so convincing . No, I wasn't the total fool she made me out to be. Yes, GOD did take my blinders off. Yes, some truth is too difficult to know, you would rather just suffer. So, you think. But if you are ever the victim of such a woman as my mother and she curses you, just cusses you out when you gently seek a mere apology, you will do what I am doing.
I found out I have a mean streak just like that bitch. Hold up 'Ho! Wait a fucking minute! You unfair stanking slut. I can still see the scar you meant for my face! Bitch you were dangerous! You low whore! You nasty!
No! It can't happen. GOD is not thinking about how well you preached or how long you preached. Shit! You didn't even like your own "church", your own pastor.
You still nasty and the only reason you got away is because you're female and a great con artist. Your witchcraft is some bullshit. "No weapon formed against me shall PROSPER!" In other words, the evil you did to me, didn't help your ass. You cursed your dumb ass self!
You were so impressed by your ability to work "roots" you failed to weigh the cost. The cost was your demon possession. Bitch! You hated your dumb ass self!
"Come ye out from among them!" I will not associate with any one that still honors your dead ass! "Honor thy mother and faber!" from a woman that fell so low she MURDERED her own father. Not a sorry man, not a blowfly, a great man.
NO! "You will get you just and honest due on this planet earth."
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