Be What You Are!

BEAMING! GLOWING! I never had any earthly idea I was enduring such a demon possessed hue-man being while I was going through it. I can only look back and BEAM!

Yes, I am all aglow because I not only survived a sick succubus, I'M THRIVING! 

No, I am not currently wealthy by any means. Nor have I ever really enjoyed materiel wealth. So? What has wealth ever garnered anyone?  What does the richest man have over the poorest man? Sure he may eat better, wear fine raiment. But, can the rich varmint look in the mirror?

How many beds can you sleep in? The defecation tRump drops in his solid gold toilet still stinks. Outhouse, in the woods, on a gold toilet, so, it is the same  old "stuff".

Sure evil demons have deliberately dugs pits, chunked "voodoo", given me the greasy eye of envy, lied on me , and prayed for my demise. So? You low whores for satan only made me better.

Bitter, true. I can't lie and say I have not been made bitter . I'm working on it.  My rage has been toned down to mere disappointment. It wasn't my turn. I came too early, left too soon.  tRump, my mother,  and his kind claim I was born the wrong color. Just who are those nasty ass muthafuckers to slam the door of opportunity in my face?

Old nasty ass Mathy Jane, vexed, persecuted, and plotted against me pre-birth, while I was still in her corrupt, stanking uterus! And the low whore for satan never stopped! Never paused! Mocked GOD! Died cursing GOD!

Murdered my granddaddy, Jerome Walters and laughed! Lied and laughed! Preached knowing full well she belonged to satan!

So!? To GOD be the Glory. I read nearly every text in the "Liberal Arts" section  public library on Post before I was fourteen years old.  Why? Hiding out from my mother's just as perverted husband! I read GONE WITH THE WIND  three times when I was thirteen.

Needless to say, I outgrew my peers by leaps and bounds , before entering high school. What did I meet? Jealousy! The most extreme, sneaky, low life common jealousy ever imagined. Jealousy handed out to me by my MOTHER! By members of my own family. I was my mother's slave, her foot stool and didn't know it.

tRump-ERS have no idea how much tRump truly hates them for being something low enough to love him. Evil is complicated, you can't explain it, don't try.

How horrible? No! GOD set me up, prepared me to deal with tRump and his kind!

PRAISE THE LORD!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"