With a child's heart

With a child's heart I shared all my dreams with my mother.  With a child's heart I gave her my report cards, awards, prizes etc.

It is so ironic,  the more I did to win my mother's love, the more she did to ruin me, all my life. My mother was ravenous! She was vicious and ruthless.  It is a good thing I was so blind, so full of hope, so completely confused by her preaching.

Thank GOD she mocked me, cursed me, claimed responsibility for my sorry life.  I found it repugnant, just revolting that Martha could not humble herself  enough to apologize for my vicious rape.  Yet , she had enough clarity to take credit for her WITCHCRAFT!

Yes, Martha was a witch, a volunteer coon.  A woman so low and common she never had sense enough, nor ever had the desire, the common decency to want  to improve or change. "GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN!"

But, it backfired! IT ALL BACKFIRED!

Praise the LORD!

GOD is real! The HOLY SPIRIT  is real! I have undisputed truth.  I did ask GOD why people like my mother demand to preach.  While they do preach for cover, they mainly preach out of self hatred and delusion.  They hate GOD, want to be GOD.  They are extremely jealous like their father Lucifer.

They demand to sully GOD's name, to smear it with their filth.  Yes, these demons are so deplorable, lost and forsaken they demand to take you down in their ship, remain in that crab barrel with them.

"Come ye out from among them."