Martha had better sense!

My own mother was the lowest, commonest, succubus that ever lived.  Committed every sin known and unknown to man.  Called herself a preacher and a "root worker"! GOD clearly told us to never be "double minded" but this fool did it any way.

Dear LORD thank you for rescuing me.  All of them that insist on drowning, that insist on pretending Martha Jane Walters was a good woman, go ahead.  Just don't call me.

Shit!  I'm sixty-five,  taking Prozac, smoking weed, still trying to get over her ass.  My body stays tucked up in a ball, the fetal position.

No, I'm not mad with any one because she had to "be".  She had to come here, she had to exist, to vex, to dishonor, to lie, to steal, to kill.   Not only did she have to come here, there are zillions of these "'hoes".  Low scummy women.  Just like we have low scummy perverted men,  we have just as many women,  if not more.

Why? These horrid whores have us terrorized!  Most people are not only afraid to tell on them,  we are so shell shocked, so discombobulated we don't believe the shit ourselves.  My mother's greatest brag was that she could scramble any muthafucker's mind.  What is that to be proud of? How is that an accolade? Worse, why didn't we know she was referring to us?

What mother, what woman could sexually abuse her own child, her own infant?   A low slut like Mathy.  A common whore that the world knew could never be trusted around the vulnerable, around the weak, the elderly.  Look at that slut!  The first time she is left alone with Jerome Walters, an elderly, feeble amputee, she shoots him dead in the heart!

Just like Mathy,  she never gave a shit.  But when did she ever care about anything she ever did? Never! Her apologies were just as phony as she was.  I have to laugh.  When caught in some repugnant shit Mathy just threw some "dirt" on it.  Like it was going to magically go away, disappear and no one was ever going to bring the subject up again.  She murdered my grandfather and made me out to be the culprit, the one that must be hated.

"Talking 'bout me! Eva'body always talking 'bout me! I hate talking niggers!"  That is the creed we lived by.  Martha was never to be criticized, admonished, scorned or disbelieved.  Your penalty, your punishment was a "root".  Yes, you were going to get one anyway but, you didn't know that.

While Martha was a brilliant actress ,  she was a brute,  she was pretty easy to identify.  Yes, she was whorish, was always laying up some where with some man, or woman or child.  I guess that is why she hated us.  Feeding and taking care of us robbed her of her fornicating time.

No, it is really simpler than that.  Martha was hardheaded, full of pride and jealousy.  She had a knack for always doing the wrong thing, making the wrong choices and then  suffering the consequences.  She didn't like consequences.  She refused her "just and honest due".  Angry, jealous she struck out with witchcraft, hoodoo, voodoo.  Martha really felt justified.  After all she had me, she had us. We were her property to do with as she wished.  Any thing we did right, any honor we earned really belonged to her and she had the right to take it back, to destroy it and did.

The low common whore could not feel anyone's pain,  that is why she always over did her evil.  That is why she never stopped and why she could not repent of her sins at eighty-seven.  That is why Jesus uses the word ravenous.  They are hungry, thirsty, chomping at the bit to do evil.

My mother did everything evil to me possible.  But, I'm still here! I'm blessed!  Martha is rotting in hell and I'm trying my best to not go there with her.  I must expose her though.  This is one woman this world must know about.

People must read carefully, read between the lines and come out from among them.