Un-Break My Heart

As I draw closer to sixty-seven laps around this "life" I fully recognize there are a few things I must do;

• Research the microfilm in the Fayetteville police department. I bet I will find an arrest record for my mother. An arrest record for prostitution.
• Research "Charity's Hill", the evil spirit that caused Charity to stab her husband to death, split his head open and eat his brains with a pair of scissors,  is the same evil spirit that dominated and influenced my mother.  Ironically, she dug it up, inhaled it, "it" engulfed her.  S/he put it on herself attempting to destroy others, me especially.
• Put a fitting monument on my grandfather's unmarked grave. Undo Martha's conjure through education.
• Educate to break the bonds of superstition, evil racism, anti-intellectualism.

Un-break my heart LORD. Massage my heart LORD. Rub away the pain. Heal me, heal ALL of us that are hurting, suffering in silence, from the ravages our sick, demented, damaged, demon possessed mother inflicted  on us  for so long.

She did it deliberately LORD! She was SADISTIC!  Fresh out of slavery, my family thought loving on this vile viper was the answer, that fervent prayer was the solution.

Dear LORD thank you for giving us what we needed, DELIVERANCE! She is DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!

Shower your tender mercies on ALL of us LORD! Open doors! Unstop ears!  Open blind eyes. Kill all Cain and Jezebel spirits.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"