Worse, Martha insisted, demanded to vex you, scald you, stab you, rape and molest you and you better not say shit! I'm laughing now simply because I survived. I survived and no one told me this slut made Lucifer "shame". My first clue was witnessing her beat the pure dog shit out of her new husband for catching her in the act of fornication! No human woman would behave so abominably. She had to be a demon, a demon from the bowels of hell! Not only did she live among us for eighty-seven years, controlled and tortured us to her delight.
We just grew accustomed to it. Very much like slaves on a plantation. Imagine human beings on their knees begging another human being not to beat them, to not sell them. That was us. Eating nothing but grits and grease for months and thanking her. satan you ain't got no damn manners …you muthafucker! You piece of shit! No mercy, none. The coward cursed me like a dog before she died and had the damn nerve to admit she was behind all of my misery.
Imagine one human being with legal documents declaring another human being was indeed their property along with the hogs and horses.
Truthfully if there is anything I regret about my Mathy Jane Experience , I regret I never found the courage to slit the slut's throat. She was a mongrel. Worse, the stanking bitch knew she was a muthafucking mongrel!
Bitch up there preaching every Sunday, warning other people they were in danger of hell fire knowing full well she didn't believe in GOD or hell. Knowing full well she was just nasty and carnal , a pathological liar and a fucking creep.
"Get thee behind me satan!"
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