Who told satan s/he could wear a dress, call herself a "mother", a minister of GOD's Gospel and get away? Getting by, escaping rebuke, punishment, banishment, never meant you were undeserving or innocent Martha. GOD saw, yes , GOD saw and protected me, kept me, us, in the Palm of [HIS]Mighty Hand while you deliberately played the fool, the harlot. All of us were very entertained by your fake ass preaching every Sunday. I must say, I was thoroughly confused until I let you cuss and curse me out for the last time.
Yes, I'm still laughing. A woman of your low caliber had the nerve to exclude me, to un-invite me to your funeral. Jesus told us ; "Let the dead bury the dead!" Any body following behind your stanking ass casket was brain dead! "Shall these dry bones live?"
Yes, you stanking morel of a slut, you plum pummeled my head into the ground for sixty-two years! But, what did you get? You got found out! Low-whore-for-satan! You got caught red-handed with "goofer dust" in your low-slutty hands WHILE PREACHING!
GOD SAID NO!
While you were enjoying yourself abusing me Martha, my LORD Jesus was singing this sweet song in my ear. PRAISE THE LORD!
REVERSE THE CURSE!
"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"
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