My mother did warn me that I would hate her "mightily" one day, that I would in fact betray her. I denied it of course. It was 2005 and I didn't want our story to end the way it did.
World, it is All in Divine Order, we all must "endure to the end". Yes, I grow stronger with each passing day. Praise the LORD! One thing I know, I have survived, thrived, only because of the fervent prayers of good wo/men like my grandfather, JEROME WALTERS!
My grandfather always swore by education; "You got tuh cultivate the brains! You have to study to show yourself approved."
My grandfather was never a great talker. He spared his words, reserved them for teachable moments. He was a keen observer. Did he always know my mother was the low slut she was? Yes. Yes, he did. I think my grandfather always knew that Mathy Jane Walters was an abomination to GOD, a sick, lying, carnal whore that had to be endured to the end.
Yes, that wo/man absolutely, purely , with malice and forethought stalked, degraded and ruined every one she ever envied , because she sold her soul to the devil for a "mess of pottage" early in her prolonged, repugnant life. FAKE! FAKE! FAKE!
Every thing about Martha Jane Walters was FAKE! My other was as FAKE as tRump University! As FAKE as Donald J. t Rump is today.
No matter, I'm relaxed, cruising, knowing, viewing, keenly observing. No t Rump troll shall ever enslave me. I shall not hate by color, gender or status. Yes, I shall hate. How can I not? Do not attempt to make me claim to love or like you by force, by persecution. That is evil!
My mother's awful life is hilarious in a very sadistic way. For eighty-seven years this serpent slithered , vexed, persecuted and destroyed the entire Walters family , spiritually, psychologically, emotionally, physically and financially through VOODOO! Evil conjure! If there was anything Martha loved more than being adored, worshipped, enslaving, persecuting, inflicting excruciating pain, it was conjuring. Martha's favorite "hobby" was going down on graves at midnight robbing murdered men's graves of their "dust".
Then her eyes would sparkle, her Cheshire grin looked like a chest of twenty-four karat diamonds. We all knew to never trust her, but, very foolishly, we all did any way. Yes, Martha Jane Walters was a siren for satan.
For sixty-two years I was dogged, plagued , stalked by a lunatic, mad because her daddy refused to force the white skin-straight-haired-Indian, that impregnated her at sixteen, to marry her.
My mother was angry, raged because her father did not kill the &*%%@ that raped her three times when she was eight years old.
Martha's old ignorant, lying, fake preaching, fake nurturing ass , had to finally leave here. Yes, her stench still lingers. I have five very foolish brothers still claiming their undying love. With a mother like Martha Jane Walters, there is no need for t Rump, you are already destroyed.
"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"
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