Jesus Saves the Souls Amen
Not a speck of intellect shows through the clouds of
mind controlled sheep in the vast abyss
which is the common belief.
The peons numbly follow suit as their generations following milleniums before did just
as
so
and yet they wear their clothing
their makeup
their shoes
and insist upon their individuality
and difference from
everybody else
when really they are comparing themself
to a billion other clones
of themself.
Their brainfolds scrubbed meticulously to a squeaky clean
sheen
and the sparkle of their empty minds becomes the glint of a smile which attracts one
moron to the next
and all of the phony bastards fornicate to produce more horny bastards
who fornicate to create a new generation of numbminded ingrates
and so on
and on
forever.
But when the other shoe drops...
The few will be the only.
So pray to-day
and pray to-night
and light the spite
of bitter sight
less
imbeciles
who are painting red roses red
when they were supposed to be painting them white
but shouldn't in the end be painting anything at all.
Heil Jesus.
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