Perhaps I was accustomed to excruciating pain. To this day I can still feel the pain of so many sick deeds successfully accomplished by the woman I called mother.
I can still feel my tiny left hand throbbing worse than childbirth. Just another sick sadistic act perpetrated by that secret monster, the mad whore that deliberately slammed my hand in the car door. I was only seven, perhaps eight. I was exiting her husband's long shiny Ninety-Eight Oldsmobile. Perhaps too slowly or perhaps someone had complimented me.
Truthfully, Martha never needed a reason. She was eaten up with evil and she was determined to commit evil sadistic acts, one after another, until she be taken out.
All I know is, my tiny hand was locked, smashed by that huge car door. I can't remember who rescued me, who finally opened the door. I do remember my mother screaming that she didn't do it before she was accused.
I do remember she did NOTHING to help or relieve my pain. I remember my grandfather gently plunging my hand in a wash basin full of ice.
I remember my tiny brown hand throbbing and aching for days. Miraculously, not one bone was broken. Yes, I lost several nails. They turned purple, then black, then finally fell off.
The devastating truth is; the "Church" is a haven for demons. Do not fool yourself. All of these sexual deviates and pedophiles being revealed, suddenly, finally. I freely reveal my mother, a MONSTER. A deeply disturbed SUCCUBUS! One seriously sexually perverted demon that preached for cover.
No, I'm not ashamed to tell on her. Quite the contrary, I'm quite proud. Look where GOD brought me from.
Fear no man! "Trust and Obey."
REVERSE THE CURSE!
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