I want to practise my love. The s of practice means Something.
All the meaning in my head
Is blowing up like a Russian red.
When I go to the Therapy mountain,
Mormons will projectile bleed from their pupils.
All I ever want to do is
Spread the message of jesus.
By doing that, the Orthodoxy
Lives and lives and lives on ,
Never by human or by proxy
But by the Word and His Mind . . . .
The End
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