This sucka would literally act like the Lord. He’ll be like wearing a similar black robe or something. Will start off saying something pleasant and when I respond in kind will insult me nicely.
Example:
Doing well today?
Me: Yes.
Whores usually are.
Fell sleep face down on the couch – a deep sleep, the kind where if I think I’m walking into a nightmare, I have to struggle to get my lids open. I was dreaming but something was on my back like a heavy weight. I remember saying, I hate you *expletive* and a tightening on my back, a shaking shadow of anger and I screamed for God – said the words because they came to mind, “Get off of me!” - and woke up. This time it wasn’t sexual but more like an aggression as if I can be forced into submission.
HE told me, “Go lay right back down on the couch.” So I’m going.
I forgot him from last summer. Summer before he was bothering me while at the gas station. A bee attacked me and I said something smart. Again, the bee flew at me when I thought it was gone. He called it a Bee on Rollerblades.
Saw him this morning while jogging, the Bumblebee on Rollerblades. A real bee but still the devil right under my arm.
This sucka got control issues. I don’t know if he has kids, but he sure act like he do. Maybe that’s why God keeps reiterating that HE’s the father.
“Why you not doing this, why you doing that, don’t say nothing to God.”
Sucka please. Jive turkey wanna lay on me, put his weight on me, try and pull me where he wants me to go to do what he wants me to do, be all in my business trying to expose me in front of God when he’s a murdering, thieving, trickster.
Quite a pervy fellow too if I may say so. Obsessed with Jesus’ sex life. For me, that raises a brow.
So I’ve always wondered why God offered Jesus as a sacrifice. I’m sitting here watching YouTube and HE says, “It’s like the rainbow. I will never do it again.”
God has to always save me because this joker steady pulling at my knickers.