It is a beautiful morning!

No matter my trials and tribulations, it is a beautiful morning and Dear LORD I thank you.  No, I never had a lot of friends, I only had a few.  A few real friends are worth a million phony lying envious imps.

No, I never had a real dad in evidence.  I had a "Chester the Molester" and a few of my mother's many lovers were about as supportive as she would allow them to be.  But, I had my granddaddy! Praise the LORD I had Jerome Walters!

My grandfather was such a wonderful wise man he made my Mathy Jane Experience worth it.  I'm so proud.  That awful ogre is finally dead and she did not die with me on her side.  Praise the LORD.  She did not die holding my testicles in her crusty creepy talons.

The best blessing of all, all of her terror, horror, lying, backbiting and backstabbing failed!

Praise the LORD!

It is truly a beautiful morning.

P.S.

You were never GOD, a god or a goddess.  The truth is,  you always knew that you were never more than a low promiscuous whore. You always knew it was you, horny, hot, carnal, ravenous, destructive, cunning, lecherous, savage, primitive, mainly a woman full of hatred and self-loathing.  No, I don't know what to tell you especially since you made sure I was the the exact opposite of you.

What the hell happened to you?  Having sex with the door open, wide fucking open! Woman! Why didn't you get some help?  I guess there was no help for a person like you.  Not in the thirties, forties, fifties, sixties, seventies, …  .  Hell there is no help for nasty incestuous pedophiles like you  today.

Why hate?  Why hate me? Why try to ruin me?  Why inflict so much pain on people you claimed to love for so long?  Yes, I am glad you are dead.  I can't lie.  Your finally dying is better than hitting the Lottery for me.  Woman!  You were an ignorant horror!  You slut!  You sprinkled that "dust" in cousin Rachel's suitcase. That evil black spirit you conjured went through me.  "I" put a huge butcher knife to cousin Rachel's throat.  You laughed, proud that your "dust" worked.

Well, all that want to be a volunteer imp for satan like you can if they want to.  Serving satan never did you any good.  Who ever heard of an eighty-seven year old "ordained minister" refusing to repent of her sins because she is still too proud? Still too sadistic? An eighty-seven year old foul reprobate is a sad thing to see.

But, you go ahead and rot.  That is exactly what you deserve.  Rot! Rot in hell for the life you lived, for all the lives you deliberately destroyed because you were always too proud to be wrong.