I Kick Arse for the LORD!

And from the Lord there did cometh the words of upright vigor and sow in the ears, those heroic incubators of compassionate businessism, of the prodigal son with seeds of the Holy Spirit, harbingers of times that layeth forth like doves from the mighty Ark, germinating from the ashes of youthful decay and rising like the phoenix with fervor and strength greater than the holy spirit on thine breath.

But LO, there were dark times, and the father and the son and the Holy Spirit, they did wait, as peace reigned and dresses were stained, seeping into the land, while the ungodly reaped what they could not sow.

YEA, but from the anus of the land slid the son to salt and seal the wounds, the Lord’s message he will delivereth, of weaponed peace of the Islamiac, of a land locked under the moral clarity of the Lord’s magnifying glassy eye.

LO, seeketh thine indulgences, enter thy womb, now thy holiest of temples, for thou temple of womb hath been united by the votes of none and locked for all time, and now we must prayeth. Prayeth with hearts bigger than the deserts of Iraq for thy safety and thy soul, for though the Lord giveth and taketh away, the son only taketh.

Take heed the burning bush, take heed, take heed.