Out of all the mothers, of all the women I could have been born too , GOD planted me in the belly of a known whore, ravenous maggot. A woman so fallen no man with reasonable good sense wanted her.
For some reason we were stuck with her. A demon, seriously a real demon. If Angels are real, demons are real. A preacher!? Yes, why not? That is how disrespectful she was, how barbaric, greedy and ruthless.
Martha was not putting on, she was what she was, you just weren't allowed to say anything. Martha didn't even care that we knew. What kind of mother has loud vulgar sex with the door wide open with teenage children in the house?
No, I never said anything. Martha could not be criticized. Say one word, give her the slightest side eye, see if she didn't curse and cuss you for the rest of your entire life. See if she didn't manipulate the rest of the flying monkeys to hate you worse than she did.
Dear LORD I do not know what kind of spirits Mathy deliberately collected from graves but , the dumb whore should have left them there. She should have put her trust in Almighty GOD for real. For some strange reason I find my birth mother's constant demonic activity amusing.
That shitty letter in 1988! What did she expect? Did she really think I was her footstool? When confronted she cursed me like a dog, called me delusional. She was so convincing I was confused. But I still held the letter in my hand. A letter chalked full of shit! Her shit! "What the FUUUUUUCCCKKKkkkk? " my little motherless child brain screamed.
Woman you fell too low. GOD told you not to mock (HIM) , you did, now rot.
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