Yes, I certainly find My Life is too hard to bear. Yes, I have a long list of complaints. Born into the clutches of one sick, sadistic, color struck, sad, angry, greedy, common, low life cretin, a creature, that demanded this World accept her "clowny", fake, stolen sermons, as a fair exchange for her fallen, destitute, deplorable, GOD forsaken life.
I WON'T! I CAN'T!
My CONVERSATION WITH GOD AFTER FINALLY ACCEPTING THE FACT MY BIRTHER NEVER IN HER LONG LIFE MEANT ME OR ANY ONE ELSE ANY GOOD!
Me: GOD, why was My "mother" always so horrid towardsMe? Why did s/he stalk Me for the last Sixty nine years? Why was s/he always a closet maggot? Some thIng sick, sadistic, while pretending to be extremely secretive?
GOD: Demon possession, simple as that. Remember, I gave ALL of You Free Will! Of course Martha knew better. Martha preferred being a clever demon. Yes, Martha enjoyed every sick, sadistic act s/he (silently) practiced for Eighty-Seven Years, Eleven months and Twenty-four days. But, guess
what? Her time is UP!
Me: PRAISE THE LORD!
GOD: BEAMING!!!
***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***
Friday, September 25, 20/20
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