"I am tired, I am weak." Mahalia Jackson Precious Lord, Take My Hand

Dear Heavenly Father I stretch my and to thee! "Oh, where would I be without YOU on my side?"

Dear LORD,  you know we shared a "mother" lower than a maggot!  A wo/man that was a buzzard! Why? "Because it is written!"

Woman! Woman! Woman! There is no anonymity for demon vipers like you!  There is no hiding place! YOU DID NOT WIN !  What you did do,  was live EIGHTY-SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING YEARS MISERABLY AS sATAN'S LOWEST WHORE, CONCUBINE,  VOLUNTEER IMP!

Bitch! sATAN DIDN'T EVEN SEND FOR YOUR SCUMMY LYING ASS!  You were the typical reprobate, "Feet swift to run to mischief."

I do understand the racist's deep hatred for people of color.  Color is where we lay the blame but,  it is not color, race, gender or age, it is the spiritual.

My mother had the spirit of evil because that is exactly what she wanted.  Martha, did NOT, could NOT Love, ever.   She could mimic, knew all the words.   It was not in her nature to be kind, righteous or truthful, ever.  What she could do, was very adept at, brilliant and cunning in cajoling , manipulating, intimidating , enslaving and annihilating.

It seems Martha Jane Walters was dispatched to this earth, solely to destroy dreams.  That she did do.  Did it perfectly, except there was a slight hiccup in her clever demonic scheme, Jerome Walters! Yes, the fervent prayers of a righteous man availeth much.

Yes, my mother did commit the perfect murder, February 10, 1979! Her own father!

While our Stockholm  Syndrome is real, our CHRONIC POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER IS alive and well.  I still feel like a fucking POW! Waking up in a cold sweat remembering just one act of that low whore's cruelty, treachery, malicious acts of unprovoked violence!

Now,  I know why  the fucking slut was coming home suffering with guilt for her demonic proclivities.  That morning the dumb mutherfucker woke us all up at four-thirty in the MUTHAFUCKING MORNING! SCREAMING; "All you black muthafuckers git yo'sorry asses up and scrub 'dese muthafucking walls!"

The dumb whore had nothing for us to use . No cleaning agents, no cloths, rags, not even a bucket!   Yes, the simple retarded demonic whore made us use "Dutch Cleanser", that hard dry shit,  that never cleaned shit.  Newspapers full of ink took the place of rags!  Needless to say,  many walls were just fucked up and had to be painted over before the low whore for satan would admit that she was wrong.

No, she never admitted she was wrong.  We were just some fucked up,  worthless ass niggers that couldn't do shit right. (tRump)

"She's dead now! She's dead now! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la means she's dead now! The wicked witch is dead now! I'm floating! Singing in the rain! The low whore for satan is dead now!"

How did my own mother fall so low and stay so long? Fear! No, that whore,  didn't fear shit, ever, nothing!   The fear was all ours!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

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