Momma..

Every Now and then, I break down and spontaneously; My mouth, without any prompting, will utter in almost imperceptible word's, the words, of a small child, just under my breath with the articulation of the mouth and Jaw; these feeble almost unutterable words amount to.. a Silent Scream... For my Mother, the ultimate comforter, and soothsayer any kid would be glad to h

Mumma, or ~Momma, Or ~Mummy, or all three in direct succession, when you lost your Momma, you ain't got nobody.... coz there is no friend like Momma; all the lonely Bastards without their Mother, I identify with and am with them, Even a Murderer misses his Mumma... if your last thought is not your mother then; your bound for Hell..

only the lowest of all Human life would ignore His Life-giver, like the half-brother without a conscience... not even visit Her within a Year of Her final breath, not even a birthday card... 

Like My Dear Old Grandma used to say....
''God pays Debts without Money"

Vengence is MINE sayeth the Lord... as if... but it is not random, all prizes are paid in full after completion of the task you should have desisted from, the test of good faith, which you failed:

You are Excommunicated from My Mothers Love.
at Her own last moment she forgot you:

you ignorant arrogant supercilious sanctimonious condescending patronising super cunt of inhumanity...