I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Sunday, July 3, 2016

A long time coming

Oh, you cold busted heifer!  Naw, you were never nearly as brilliant as you billed yourself to be.  Yes, you were one fool.  A lot of what you considered to be fear was really shame.  I for one was too ashamed to tell on you.  How could I admit to any one my mother practiced witchcraft? Not only was she a self styled "root worker" that had the damn nerve to call herself Madame Watson , she really thought she had power.

Yes, you had something alright.  A lot of damn nerve! I know you're shame!  What could be worse than  being caught in your wrong doing? Incest! INCEST!  PEDOPHILIA!  Go kill yourself.  How did demanding our silence, our loyalty help us? It didn't.  It didn't help you either.  You still suffered with self-loathing and then you tried to pretend we were to blame.

You were to blame and you knew it.  You had to be ashamed.   You had to.  Sexually active since childhood! Woman!  Who told you collecting demonic spirits from graves would protect you?

Yes, your legacy is pretty disgusting but you earned it.  I'm telling because there is still time for my fellow victims.  They can still rebuke you and be saved.  They can still come out from among them.

It is real simple, satan can NOT win!

Yes, you hurt my heart Martha.  You deliberately bruised it for sixty-two years.  You clapped your hands and squealed like a pig.  You were a pig Martha, total swine.  You should not have hated me for refusing to be like you.  You should have been glad.


I do believe your sorry life will keep millions upon millions off of graves practicing witchcraft like you.  Those that do, that insist on living the life you lived were doomed from their beginning.  There are some people that the LORD rejects.  People full of pride.  Men and women with a two-edged tongue.

No, no, something is wrong with you trying to make me think something is wrong with me.  Calling me a fool.  You're the fool.  Always calling us "no sense-ED". You're the  no-sense-ED one!

You know, rot!

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