Do not waste another minute

trying to lockstep, trying to keep up with the "Perfect Christians".  They are liars every last one of them.  There is no such thing as a perfect Christian.  Sure, it is alright to cuss, to swear, to say bad words. It is honest, it is authentic,  Perhaps it is low class,  a characteristic of low breeding.  So!? GOD loves us anyway.

Do not "curse", do not deliberately put your mouth on someone hoping for a negative outcome.  It will backfire, what you do to others, GOD will permit this world to do to you.  Worse, you will hate yourself .  You will not be able to look yourself in the eye,  in the mirror.  You will suffer with self loathing and as a result you will become a pathological liar, a hater, a destroyer, a fake, a phony, a dishonored individual.

Let's say you start "preaching" just to show off, just to demonstrate your brilliant oratorical skills, to show off your fine expensive clothes.  Let's say you preach so you have some place to park you fine automobile.  You are still you.  You are still empty.

So you turn to voodoo, ignorant WITCHCRAFT.   Why?  Why didn't you turn to GOD instead?  Why couldn't you believe (HIM)? Why couldn't you trust (HIM)?  You trusted in that damn dirt you collected off of a murdered man's grave!

OK, so you knew, you knew you were a damn demon, an abomination to GOD.  Why didn't you pray? Why couldn't you believe? Because you wanted to be GOD! Since you knew you could not be GOD you settled for being a god.  Who could you lord over, hover over and destroy?  Your own children, your own family.

How dare you demand loyalty from me when you were my greatest enemy? How dare you not know Almighty GOD was with me every step of the way?  How dare you rank people according to pigmentation?  Sure, you were "high yalla" , "light bright and damn near white!"  So!? You were still common as bat shit!

INCEST! PEDOPHILIA! MURDER!  WHAT?  I'M SUPPOSED TO HATE MYSELF? HELP DESTROY MYSELF BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT LOVE ME?

Some how the LORD Jesus Christ taught me how to love myself.  (HE) taught me that your cruel rejection of me was not personal, you were just a messed up individual and (HE) will take care of you when (HE) sees you.

(HE) sent me here to testify of the Goodness of the LORD.  To rake in all these blessings, to bask in (HIS) Glory.  GOD saved  me from ratchet men and women like you.  Just nasty! Common and nasty! You knew better.  You destroyed me for three minutes of pleasure, just a few moments of carnal lust.

You can call it "telling", I call it testifying. "GOD is good all the time, all the time GOD is good."

Now, rot!