"Didn't come here to stay always"

"One by one niggers are left-ing heah! We all got to left here one day."  My grandfathers was extremely wise and observant.  He really didn't talk much.  A man of few words and much action.  But, the wisdom that flowed out of his mouth on a daily basis could fill volumes.  Dear LORD I thank You because I know without him my life would have been rugged.   My own mother fully intended to make me a worse maggot whore than she was.

"With malice and forethought."  My mother was sneaky, that skunk in the woodpile, the worm in the bone marrow.  She was a real ravenous monster and she was not confessing.  I really don't mind that she never confessed.   The fact she never stopped, never let up, never relented and never let on bothers me the most.

I do think her bragging and taunting in the end was just pride. Old, feeble, toothless, broke and CAUGHT!  That "ordination" didn't mean much.  I'm  sure my mother didn't set out to still be a notorious ravenous whore in her eighties.  Things just ended up that way because there was no way Mathy Jane was going to face how evil she really was.  Strangely her evil secrets were kept by us because we didn't want to know either.  Unfortunately, Martha would always engage in some demonic act that left no doubt.  Martha could hide all of those abortions, brutal assaults, witchcraft, acts of thievery and aggression.  Yes she could hide her incest and pedophilia but not MURDER.  No! I refuse to believe any evil imp can come to this earth and MURDER a good man like JEROME WALTERS  and just get away.

I refuse to believe my grandfather's life can just be snuffed out by his evil daughter and nothing be said ever.    She was never that smart and her voodoo was bullshit!

I have never understood why my own mother sent me a shit filled letter.  Not only was it a poison pen letter,  it contained her defecation.  Dear LORD I know that is beyond mental illness, that is pure demon possession.  "From such stay away."

Thank You for saving me LORD, for rescuing me from the hand of my worse enemy.  Martha is finally gone, not her kind though.  Her kind is still here, still lying, still blocking.  It doesn't matter.  GOD got this!

Praise the LORD.