Yes, I know for a fact ...

GOD can do anything but fail.  "I'm due to be dead!" A crack addict at the least.  That was my mother's plan.  Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoureax was an idiot, a hopeless primitive savage, a fallen woman that felt fronting and totally pretending was the answer.

I have to know and finally admit everything Martha did to me, to us, was by choice.  Martha was an ignorant carnal reprobate cursed with the proclivities and desires of Caligula.  She knew better, always knew better , yet chose satan, deliberately chose evil over GOD.

Yes, she died laughing supposing she had destroyed her six surviving children with her wicked crooked smile and brilliant mind manipulation.

My mother was a nasty whore void of all decency. NO,  I can't speak for GOD  but I am sure all baby rapers will have their place in that lake of fire.  I know it was GOD that spoke to my heart in 1997 and led me back to her lair.  Martha did what she always did, lied and coveted, worked "roots" , hooted and laughed.  Martha was a root worker that delighted in pretending to love you just so she could decimate you up close and personal.  Get on the phone low rating you to all her relatives.  Relatives she hated, envied and secretly destroyed. If you were a friend of Martha you were constantly being audited by the IRS.  Every dream you shared with that homemade witch doctor failed.

Martha was such a common whore she delighted in screwing your husband, boyfriend, significant other  but you better not ever have nerve enough to say anything. You better not accuse her.  Martha was a riot.  She "rooted" you out of jealousy then would "root" you and hate you worse for knowing.

"From such stay away!"  "Shun the very presence of evil!"

Yes, that whore haunted and stalked  me for sixty-two long years.  I am finally free.  I refuse to be selfish like my brother that knew all along. He freed himself, shunned all of us for twenty-five years only to return broken and destroyed.

Oh no, I fully intend to warn this world of such low common whores for the rest of my natural life.  If possible I will haunt every heart in the after life.

I will haunt my feeble family for refusing to expose that horrid whore that had the nerve to masquerade as a preacher.  To MURDER a great man like Jerome Walters, to viciously rape, plague and sadistically vex her own children.

Yes, I hate the bitch.  The thought of her still makes me violently ill.  No, I will not so much as associate with anyone that has anything good to say about her.

To my family of origin I only have one thing to say, "Know your thruth. Know your worth and "Come ye out from among them."