Jesus rarely wept,
Like Cthulhu's multiple obsidian ink clouds of deteriorating rain, Intolerantly falling as a hymn for the karma missing upon those who strive by prayer ever vigilant in their pacivity desiring to fly... But unwilling to lift a make illegitimate belief wish to serve anything other than a warrant for their invisible prejudice.
In lieu of our,
Participation in...
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