She fought GOD ...

For eighty-seven years Martha fought GOD with a vengeance.  Sneaky as a low egg sucking dog.  A woman that will sexually molest and terrorize her own children with vicious beatings and verbal assaults should never be called "Reverend".

We did. Some still claim to be proud.  "Gwen! I loved my mother! And she loved me! She was an ordained minister!"  Lies you tell!  Are you that stupid? Did all those vicious beatings affect your brain?  You didn't forget being raped! You damn sure didn't forget how she hogtied you and beat you nearly to death.

Why is this slut still honored?  Read your Bible!

World, I understand your not wanting to know.  I didn't want to know either.  GOD kept saying it, loudly in my ear; "Know ye the truth and the truth will set you free."

If I didn't know my own mother was in fact a demon, if her behavior did not prove it, when she laughed, became elated over the fact that her former young lesbian lover was now a " Lot lizard",  left no doubt.  I did not want to remember, but I had too.  The last time I had known for a fact that my deep pain had made my  mother hysterically happy was when she laughed at my excruciating pain when I was down to nothing.

It all makes sense now.  Pouring boiling hot coffee on her little brown toddler son because he could not talk.  Sick Mathy Jane laughed.  Burned, abused, raped, hated, but, we better not EVER tell.  Why keep such an albatross secret? Why sit up under her praying, preaching, putting on?  Why did we waste our time?

How many other "pastors" are just like Martha?  Some I know for sure; "Just don't say nothing."  What kind of Christian are you!?  Your mother practiced WITCHCRAFT, INCEST, and  PEDOPHILIA .  You claim that her "preaching" is evidence of her goodness, righteousness.  You know you are lying.  I do understand your great fear of her may be very real still.  But, do know you can pray that fear away.  You can still seek GOD's Grace, (HIS) Mercy, (HIS) wisdom.

My homosexual husband left me, took both the cars.  I had no job and no money.  A new baby, a demon possessed mother , struggling in a racist world with no hope.  So, she thought.  She's finally dead.  I'm finally catching on, finally understanding some things.  Yes, Martha, you had to hate me, you had to hate granddaddy.  YOU WERE A DAMN DEMON!

My mother thought she was hot shit.  Driving a Cadillac, keeping a pet nigger, taking his whole check every month.  All six surviving children her total clueless slaves.  Worshipped and adored by illiterates dumber than she was.  Shaking my head.

"Come ye out from among them."