"throwed-away" baby like me would ever be vacationing in a FIVE STAR HOTEL IN ITALY! My own mother always told me that I wasn't SHIT! Imagine, your own mother pure hating your guts with every fiber of her being for SIXTY-TWO YEARS.
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I was pushing that satin-soft-silky-white Mediterranean Sea sand between my coco-brown toes … who could have ever imagined a little black throwed-away bastard baby like me would be vacationing in a ...***
My birth mother, jailor, tormentor, terrorist, jealous, lying enslaver was a woman that was reduced to a fierce demon years before you were ever thought about. While my mother was famous for butchering you, stripping you naked and beating you like a slave, she was indeed a coward.
Instead of cussing the grown adult cousin (Wright Walters) for signifying in her business through her bastard children she chose to cuss and curse me for hours and hours without end. My mother always pretended that was the reason she secretly hated me.
The slut hated me because she hated herself! She hated the fact she was that she was a closet lesbian, nymphomaniac MURDERING WHORE with NO MORALS what so ever!
Looking back over her long vile life , examining all the bodies littering her long path of destruction, I see no one her age.
Who the fuck can't defeat their own child? Where is the victory in that? She was Madame ****** alright but, to people barely literate.
My mother told me I wasn't shit! Spewed it all over my face for doing what my grandfather told me to do; "Hold yourself up as best you can." Which was "granddaddy " for DON'T BE A HOE!
It is one thing to be a viper, to be predatory but, to prey on your OWN CHILDREN! WHORE GO KILL YOURSELF! You get no sanctuary here! I have no love for you! ROT you stanking slut!
Rot in that pit your low whorish , ignorant ass dug for me!
While I was traveling with my beautiful, brilliant daughter, sight-seeing in Venice, Florence, Rome, just soaking up Europe, my birth mother was not preparing to die at age EIGHTY-SEVEN, she was trying to think of a better lie, trying to earn some pity points, trying to connive and manipulate as usual.
We talked about "IT" many times. I reminded her many, many times. "Even in the last hour you can come into the Kingdom."
Sure, Martha knew what that meant, she was a pastor, had been ordained since she MURDERED HER OWN DADDY!
Martha was too stubborn, too pompous. Martha wanted her skin color to be the ticket to her success desperately because she was as lazy as a dog and as crooked as his hind leg.
Martha hated me, hated us, hated GOD! Hated rules, hated righteousness, hated the truth. She hated herself! As well she should have. INCEST! PEDOPHILIA! MURDER! WITCHCRAFT!
"COMMON AS BAT SHIT!"
No matter. "Evil can NOT win!"
REVERSE THE CURSE!
"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"
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