Descend, arise not, flush into the toilet of shit, for the son of the liar is stained the porelain bowel with the sticky cheese of his excrement.Alas, the bastard, the rapist of the Virgin, but hear a new thing, for he has aborted the womb when no child was there.
Call his name Paladin, this one, for he murders the corpse after the deed is done.
There is the grave called the vulva. Dug deep, by the pimp, the limo driven fool, who is hostess and sodomite in one suit. Vomit for cologne and puke for a meal. Glutton say glutton, the cup is filled and still the insatiable lips part for more in the venerial disease of his forested proffer.
No rejection though, as there is not enough filth to feed this dump. A firestorm in his crotch, smouldering with desire, an atomic nebula of consumption and still it is not enough.
An ass braying to the wind, running upon the mountain, snuffing the wind for paramours to make ground meat of that vaginal opening, so insatiable is the lust for the consuming flame of this necrophile cunt, rotten to the pubic bone, and the stench of uncleaned menstrual blood.
Follow him, follow him into the abyss. This noted one, this messiah, this god.
Surely walk upon the waters. Surely gulp of his wine from water. Surely feast to be full on his bread loaves from a crumb. Surely doctors take up a new calling as the son of the liar has cured all infirmities. Surely morticians have planted flowers in casket planters as all have arisen from the dead by this bastard of truth. Surely we will all see him arise from his golf putted hole on Sunday morning when the stone of his golf bag is rolled away and fairy boys announce this citizen of the dark continent has rose to the morning he has created.
Call him not April's fool, but call those who follow him the Complete Fools. The liar they are led by and his son they are deceived by.
What sanity is there to run from God to a man who calls hisself a god? The world is mad and drunk upon the musk of rejecting their Salvation.
This great one. This historical one. This first date one. This.....this......moment in time who will be remembered no more than the fart of Hammurabi's goat. This nothingness, this futility, this food for maggots and worms like all flesh before him.
Come let Lincoln pat you on the head. Come let Washington lead you by the hand. Come let Reagan save you. If they are not of this world, then how do you look to this liar to be your perpetual deliverer?
Your greatness has become small. You feed upon the oil of the Arab while paying for your life with your children. Your sun is set. Your future buried. You are white haired and wrinkled like this liar, and still you think yourself young and rich.
You who rejected God are now the bastards of this illegitimate one. You are the children of lies.
agtG 310Y
