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The Besotted Wayward English Major Turned Priest

Our Father

         Woe! to these  demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,

         Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity

         Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...

          scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows

          The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and  permanently smudged...with  other assorted

myriad miseries

       Thou  mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...

       Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..

          Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent  calumnious falsifiers...

         Oh maudlin mocking  manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations

  **Thy God is an angry God

 a vengeful God

     a jealous God**

  Oh **** pots and gall!  Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved      degeneracy

Take heed  thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when  judgement deigns an  

 opprobrious order of objurgation

                     terrible tragic tempestous tribulations  of treachery                            

  Oh  Woe! Alas!

           They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive     falsifiers!!      

          scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden  recalcitrants…

            Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!

 

         This rant has been brought to you by:

         The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim

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Written by
sobroquet
70 / M / American
Published
Aug 8, 2013
Lines·Words
24·194
Notes

To be spoken with great force and fervent  magniloquent sententious fury as from the  pulpit in a lecturers sermon.

(hell and brimstone;  pompous, sanctimoniously vain glorious, strutting and finger pointing, with frenzied gesticulations)

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