Far too many people can relate to this song. Praise the LORD!
The strategy satan gave my birth mother was perfect. Be born beautiful, brilliant but, extremely larcenous, envious, jealous, hateful, spiteful, belligerent, thick and full of pride. Live your life your way by mowing over your loved ones like a Mac truck. Be sneaky, a sniveling lying kleptomaniac thief with a trigger finger, an explosive temper that lives to play head games.
My medical doctor brother shunned us for twenty-five years. Never hinted about the true cause of his glaring absence. Of course I always thought it was because the ignorant slut shut his medical practice down. Little did I know how truly deparaved that damn Mathy Jane was.
It is scary, absolutely terrifying and the bitch is dead. Dead! Dead! Dead! I am the only living blood relative of Jerome Walters willing to spill my guts on this whore. Why? Am I seeking revenge? Am I flabbergasted? Or am I trilled and grateful to Almighty GOD that (HE) reveals low men and women in (HIS) Book?
EVIL CAN'T WIN!!!
I am doing a dance, dancing all around my apartment. "The wicked witch is Dead! The wicked witch is Dead!" Praise the LORD!
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