Some real music for some real people. Some courageous people like my grandfather. A man wise enough, humble enough, to sacrifice his life for his children, his children's children. A good man murdered by his demon possessed daughter.
A great man that lies there in the "Cow Field" with his grave unmarked because his ignorant ass daughter went out and got her whorish ass enslaved by the lowest demons in satan's hell.
It is alright granddaddy. Everything is finally falling into place. I do understand why we couldn't know, why we couldn't act on what we did know.
Praise the LORD! I humbly thank you. "Many are called, few are chosen." Most will continue to fear a dead demon. The truth is; their morals are not much higher than Mathy's.
Do they have a secret, some secret hideous act Mathy conned them into? Are they hiding their deep shame heaped on them, created for them by their mother? That's a bad place to be. Do know the fact my own birth mother was in fact something sub-human , makes me no less human, no less anointed.
GOD loves me, this I know because (HE) saved Me!
I'm good! I'm doing fine. As a matter of fact, I'm laughing. Time after time GOD snatched me from the jaws of evil.
Praise the LORD!
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