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From a sub: While I generally agree with the sentiment that Corey here is relaying. I believe his first statement to inaccurate, because according to Scripture, a curse can only pass Patrilineally through the father's side of the family. Hence, a white man marrying a black woman although extremely unwise is not producing Hamite children per se. However, the offspring of a white woman with a black man certainly does produce Hamitic offspring which carry the curse. What Corey is indirectly denying the virgin birth with this teaching. See, the reason that the Lord Jesus had to be virgin born was to avoid inheritance of Adamic sin. @coreyjmahler

An Anti-Lincoln Poem (Part One). Martha Ann Penney was the daughter of the Baptist preacher Dr. William W. Penney. William, alongside his father John Penney, another Baptist preacher, were instrumental in founding all of the Baptist Churches in Anderson County, Kentucky. Eli Penney, William’s brother, is most notably known for being the grandfather of the famous J. C. Penney. Martha came to marry a Baptist preacher named James Madison Bell and sired eight children. As a pastime, Martha would often author poetry concerning current events and life’s trials. At the request of her daughter she was able to compile all of the poetry she wrote throughout the years and presented it to her in a handwritten book. Years later, after her mother’s death, Martha’s daughter felt compelled to publish her mother’s poetry as a monument to her memory.  From Martha’s pen we now read: “There dwelt in Babylon of old Some mighty kings wicked and bold. They ruled their subjects with a rod  And set themselves above our God. They did decree, with solemn vow,  All men should to their idols bow; But some feared God far more than they  And their decree did disobey. So Shadrach, Meshac and Abednego  In a fiery furnace they did throw,  But Israel's God whom we admire  Did save them from the smell of fire. King Darius with his wicked men  Threw Daniel in the lion's den ; But Daniel's was a glorious cause  And God sealed up the lion's jaws. Then Darius threw those wicked men With wives and children in that den. The lions, 'mid their cries and groans,  Did, in a moment, break their bones. ,Tis thus king Lincoln rules our land  And deals out vengeance with his hand. ,Tis thus our land in rivers run  With blood of father, brother, son. He speaks, and none dare tell him nay. He makes men their best friends to slay,  And if with him you disagree  The prison walls you sure will see. He tears the husband from his wife  And forces him to deadly strife. From day to day we hear the cry, ‘Give men and mone… Read in full →

An Anti-Lincoln Poem (Part Two). Martha Ann Penney was the daughter of the Baptist preacher Dr. William W. Penney. William, alongside his father John Penney, another Baptist preacher, were instrumental in founding all of the Baptist Churches in Anderson County, Kentucky. Eli Penney, William’s brother, is most notably known for being the grandfather of the famous J. C. Penney. Martha came to marry a Baptist preacher named James Madison Bell and sired eight children. As a pastime, Martha would often author poetry concerning current events and life’s trials. At the request of her daughter she was able to compile all of the poetry she wrote throughout the years and presented it to her in a handwritten book. Years later, after her mother’s death, Martha’s daughter felt compelled to publish her mother’s poetry as a monument to her memory.  We now read from the pen of Martha: “King Lincoln makes his subjects bow To negro equality anyhow. It is not lawful now to say  A negro servant shall obey, But white men all must suffer now Who will not to that idol bow. His agents now his prisons fill To bend the white man to his will. America! O land of love! Like the great eagle, soared above. All other nations called thee great, But show no pity for thy fate. America! a land so blessed, Now of all others most distressed. The dearest ties of human blood  Flow o'er thee daily, like a flood. This land so fallen, God did bless  While men their servants did possess, God sent no revelation here To break the union bond so dear; But Northern bigots all can see, The South should set her servants free  In their black idol they delight,  Against this rebels sure will fight. Against this Southern blood recoils,  For this king Abe will take their spoils. Oh! what an awful, awful state! God help us ere it is too late. God sure will break this tyrant's band,  And free the whites all o'er our land. The king now totters on his throne  And Abolition men will groan. God will make Lincoln yet to fee… Read in full →