Some little pea brain imp got here twenty-six years before me,
The dummy thought that would always give her an edge
That and her brilliant lying skills, acting skills, conniving Con artist skills
VOODOO
CONJURE
RAPE AND MOLESTATION
STALKING
LYING
HATING
RESENTING
BLESSING BLOCKING
FAKING
ROTTING
ROTTING
ROTTING
STIFF NECK
FULL OF PRIDE
FULL OF ENVY
FULL JEALOUSY
COLOR STRUCK
COLOR STRUCK
COLOR STRUCK
It always occurs to imps that swear out they are winning
that they are clever enough
brilliant enough
to use GOD, cherry picked scripture,
cherry picked law
to reduce GOD's elect to dung
No!No!No!
It can't be done!
No one, nothing can tell ME
When and Where I enter
No weapon formed against ME shall ever prosper
Anybody, any one, any of my fellow victims that choose to honor You
be my guest
I know what I know!
Yes, I do thank Almighty GOD that I am not so destroyed,
so faithless,
so forsaken
I would ever honor a dead, dying, diseased demon.
REVERSE THE CURSE!
BEAMING!
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