The Road got to end sometime. Every Road(Got To End Somewhere), Otis Clay The Gospel Truth

Martha knew her time was up. She even said it aloud when my  brother returned to the scene of his worse torment;  "The cat is out  the bag now."

While I have been devastated, broken, busted, ground into dust,  accepting the fact that I was born into the clutches of the most depraved fallen woman that ever lived.  No matter,  because Almighty GOD saved me!

No! I did not want to know my truth, as a matter of fact it was much too hard. No harlot has ever been more devious, charming, and hypnotic for the purpose of enjoying her own children's pain.  Children, I tell you, Marques de Sade had nothing on Martha! He would have begged her to stop. Even he didn't target his own family.

My mother did ask me why I accused her of doing what she in fact did. She played the coy eight year old again; "Why I do dat?"

Martha, you were a riot! You kept us in stitches . "Yea  … dis heffah called me a 'Hoe! I stabbed duh bitch! She fell out'duh car screaming; 'she killed me! She killed me!  …I 'sho'tried!"

You did it because you were a low SLUT! A VOLUNTEER IMP!  Yes, you were dumb enough to think you were winning because very few,  if any,  ever stood up to you.

I am so proud to say I stood up to you long before you expired. (via telephone)  I'm proud that I called you a PERVERT! Called Fayetteville's finest on your MURDEROUS ASS!

You bragged that you preached. Jesus said; "Get thee behind me satan! I never knew you!"

Dirt chunkers can't preach GOD's Gospel , dummy.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"