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Sep 3
... 2 Kings 2:23–25 – This is the story of the prophet Elisha. Some kids mocked him for being a fat, bald, gay loser  with a silly  girlie  name  ,  pointed  out  his child-molesting , as he surely was, and Elisha cursed them in God’s name. Like a real  man  of  good  surely  would.  He  cursed  the  children  .­.  because  of   course  he  did ..

THEN  God, looking after his psychotic homie, sends two huge female bears out of the forest, and those bears mauled 42 children.

Ripped them apart.
42 kids mauled by bears for the love and vengeance of the all-knowing God.
42 kids mauled for the love of the holy one knows no bounds.

Why 42, you may ask? Cause 43 would have just been too much.

He demands love and insists he’s not A  gluttonous overfed hamster  stuck on a wheel. He cares not for choices, and

: "the obsession that is his toes reigns supreme, bloated with sunflower seeds, puffing out his cheeks while squealing, “…the Alpha and the Omega.
Our prayers are ***** laugh tracks
, background noise to his foot-fetish apotheosis infinigasm.
Every **** pellet, a new scripture
, another rewritten Jew-first lie. To divide,
to create another
church over:
Protestant,
Baptist,
Catholic, hate and torture surety.
Bomb-strapped worshipers gather along cages lined with shredded, ****-soaked newspaper,
rolling in its holy relic stew,
chanting while the holy one plucks another seed from the infinite collection plate
until he looks like a furry tumor of self-righteous omnipotence
.
“And lo, the wheel spun without end, though He squealed, I am not trapped in the trapping. I could leave heaven, but it is I who choseth  not that path… I think anyway…
The Cheeked One, His face disgorged with infinite unshaped young minds.
(The most delicious and sought after).
Oh, how the faithful wept! For His mouth was full, but His concept of mercy as empty their stomachs.
Somehow that is how he ******* his thick hot love all over them, by doing nothing and not seeming to care if they lived or died by the train load.
For His is the light and the way of eternal salvation; praise be the holy one, for only He understands the will He makes up as He goes along!

And  could  you pls  keep  it  down  he's  got  some  entire worlds  to  drown,  some  cities  to erase with  fire  and  brim stone  meteors   , women  to turn  to pillars  of  salt  ,  donkeys  to  speak  through  ,  fig  trees ­ to curse,   and  sons  to  have  murdered ...  
So  I mean if  you  wouldn't  mind   ..sheesh   ... sinners..  Where's  a bunch  of  mean  bears  when  you need  em ?
Jeffery Alan Hoover
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