For the First Time Face
to Face
By: Apostle Paul
Castellano
Satan came to
Sandersville, LA and as the claim was to emancipate the Slaves, which
was not the truth. The North wanted the South to sent the Cotton up
North to export to Europe and the South wanted full control. But
slavery was not the issue as the Bill of Rights allowed mankind to
own humankind as chattel.
General Sherman says
basically, O.K. You seen me for the first time face to face, but I AM
not going to kill you, because I need you. I loved to ham hocks and
collard greens, corn-bread and the full service crackers got from the
House Niggers. So they say, well, you ain't gonna treat us like
those damn slave Sherman. Now we drew up an agreement and if you
sign it you have to mean it man. Now do not sign it unless you mean
it because you will see you live up to your agreement. He replies,
oh, sure, sure, just make me some of those damn greens and cornbread
and my uniform need cleaning and stuff na. OK, now if you sign these
agreement you been told, you have to me it now. Sure, sure. So he
signs the agreement called Field Order #15. Then they came to
Florida with guns and took it back saying, you can be share-Cropper,
now you own it, but you have to do business with me. You will eat
good na, but we need to keep this under control here.
Now for the first time
you see God Face to Face, you do not want me, but you need me and I
want you but certainly do not need you. See, you just want to find a
new way to use me, but you really careless about me. And I AM not
someone you can buy, the price of my service and concern is love.
Yes, I want you, but without love, I cannot use you, because you will
be more problems than you are worth.
I AM headed South for a
few weeks or even months and when you have something worth coming
back to, I might come back to you, but these games, tell me you just
cannot change. You can have all of this world, but I AM not your
slave or servant for that matter. It is all yours, so be it!
Apostle Paul Castellano
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