You now stand in the path of the unholy and will suffer through these dark cynical times. What will your God do or say as the children of waste are pinned down and fisted and bathed in placenta as you feel eternal misery running through Your veins. Prostrate and tremble in fear of what is coming and bear him a child of lechery. Putrid piles for the bloated as your skin deteriorates in bones in a rancid pit which lies in your fucking church.
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