Majikill Breath Of Black Rain, Lips Upon The Brim Of The Chalice Of Death And Pain, A Kiss

I like cancer. Keeps our population down so it doesn't spread it's disease... the real disease... I've been trying to get cancer now for 28 years, March 2015, it'll be 30 years—3 decades... I plan on having a failure party, invite only, only anyone with a Facebook account is invited. Bring your pets. Pet treats will be served. Bring that middle aged friend who just can't seem to get laid. If worse comes to worse, we'll let him rape someone from the staff. Their all imported from turkey. I get them from a guy named Altan. I don't know the rest of his name, he says it so fast I can't understand it. Every time he drops the meat off he gazes and my God Is Dumb sticker. He's obviously not amused. I almost want to say something to him like 'didn't you hear the news? Scientists have discovered that god is mute! That's why we don't hear the word of the lord. When he spoke in the old TP he still had his voice. Nobody knows when he actually lost his voice. I think it was when Paul's thorn was not removed! Not removed! NOT! The sickness that God refused to take from Paul, the thorn, was cancer. While Paul was blind, the darkness he saw spilled over his blood cell, causing a mean case of devil's cancer. As Saul, he ordered the deaths of thousands of people. Jesus blinded him by means of light. During this 3 day period Paul experience a transformation. His entrails were likely fried by the light of Jesus. He was cooked by the eyes of Godzilla! The infant he bore was the seed of death. His cell writhed silently, eating one another, their dragons' teeth gash through flesh, cracking bones, the monster cells wages a three millennium war for each second of three days. Centuries turned like the pulp pages of some forgotten shock novel, flipped by greasy fastfood fingers. This pustule filled boilblister waited to be popped, and then birthed it's black death. The creatures and creatrixes spawned more death, every cell was rife with spores. The degeneration of life, always a pure act of our lord, brought Paul silence from G. G, with his mighty hand grabbed the stake of cancer that he had stuck in the side of Paul, and churned it slowly, while laughing thunder beat the tribal drums of hate with the bones of dinosaurs. G man started to fuck Paul's wound with the stake, even making divine calls of love with the chorus of angels in his deep throat. Paul was exalted to his knees, where he prayed with his mouth oped, lips forming the perfect circle of Ouroboros Eternal Return Hole, preparing to kiss the sun, to dip is red snake into the moist effluvium of the recycled-flesh pit. Paul's bobbing head smelt the winds of the lord, the foul hurricane with animated DNA's last message to earth, a warm brown plop! The weeping Paul played with his own nipples as he submersed himself in the rapture of the Lord's foul air. Pauls three prays brought him the pain of the Lords ass, whose sharp teeth began to devour Paul, leaving a pool of blood where Paul was. God's stinky sun chomped Paul, masticating him to liquid, then drank Paul's stupid soul, that he extracted from his stupid body, which he also drank. Some of the witnesses can still hear the slurping on straws. The fanged Ourohole began a hymn in the name of holy cannibalism. Really Ouroholio lip synced all the idiotic words, as god flailed babies, forcing the infants of lords grace to carry the tune in baby talk while it rained the liquid cancer of Paul from one end of the holy playground, to the other end of the holy playground. All of god's creatures licked the black rain from their pelts, and all of god's plants drank from the fountain of god's black wine as is tinkled down from the sky. The Lord's drunken children shall greet be with holy brown fecal stain lips unto the plentybutt fellowshit of Christ be', something to that effect, I don't know! I wish he's just drop off the meat and die by self immolation. I'd have a barbecue feast for my disciples and their ghosts. It's all about the propagation of cancer! When I accepted cancer into my heart, I didn't realize the grave toil I was asking for! Fucking cancer doesn't just grow on fruit trees Eva got to keep her breasts. Both of them. I didn/t even get to feel your breasts. Why do you think I summoned you? I might as well enjoy my stay on The Big Round Rock of stupid people. Every Failure brings another spell of time to waste away in lazy fits.