Dear LORD, I thank you

Thank you for teaching me wrong can never be made right.  Martha had a twenty-six year head start on me.  Yes, she hated me! She hated all of us.  It was a vile hatred.  It is as if she hated us for making her such a phony.  We had nothing to do with her filthy, devious, sadistic, diabolical, repugnant  mind.  We didn't make her go down on graves scavenging for power.  I can't even bring slavery.  Just hardheaded, full of pride and envy.  GOD released her over to a reprobate mind and she rotted, pure rotted.

Martha demanded to do what she wanted to do , when she wanted to do it,  where she wanted to do it and what ever it was,  it better not be noted, discussed or disapproved of.    "Don't you black muthafuckers so much as think back!" 

I heard of mothers forbidding their children to talk back but,  Think Back!?

Martha was going to do her evil and you were going to suffer and you better get over it. "You better be glad I changed your shitty diapers!  You better be glad I didn't flush you black muthafuckers like I did them other niggas!"

According to Martha every evil deed she did was covered, condoned and accepted by All Mighty GOD  because she was "yalla"!   What does skin color have to do with committing diabolical evil and never so much as caring?

Martha hated me because I knew none of us had the same daddy.  Why hate me?  I didn't have anything to do with your promiscuity.  Martha hated me because I knew what a whore and prostitute she was.  She hated me for telling people she murdered my granddaddy. She did!

Martha's vile hatred and secret plots for revenge got her exactly what she demanded, secrecy.  Every one pretends they don't know.

Yes, I'm mad!  Eighty-seven years of sheer evil and the low slut doesn't even get a frown.  I'm the crazy one.

 "You seem angry".  Angry! I'm fucking livid!  Jesus told you dumb muthafuckers these demons would preach! She's one!  She was a ravenous wolf but you claim to love her.  You are a liar brother!  I know your deal.  You don't want you shit to spill out.  Whether you know it or not, it is obvious.  You are obviously fucked up, beyond help.  I can't help you if you continue to lie,  to live in denial .

I don't now how you can stand yourself.  I'm going to chalk your pathological lying up to trauma. Yes, I love you and will keep praying for you.  But, you are going to have to come to the Cross on your own.