Is this true darling what I hear that the cult you submitted o won’t let you see mum and dad? And little Tom you left behind? That the leader takes you nights to tell you God wants him to explore your body and give Him an account?
Is this true darling what I hear? that the cult you submitted to has convinced you Last Days are here and in the fear of it all you **** in your pants? O lucky you you’re the chosen one you make holy water so call in your cult and let them drink it or let them all lick it off your legs tell them, darling: ‘Here drink of this the holy water or lick it off salt and urea produced with faith and fear’
Give it back to the cult tell them it is benediction of Last Days and they who drink it will be amongst the elect and those who lick it off will sit on the right hand side of God; and darling produce prodigious amounts as in the time of the Great Flood tell them to queue and not squabble there’s plenty for everyone of you and if they say they’re hungry if you could bring in holy food tell them a visit to the Scurvy Dogs Pound can easily be arranged
O is this true darling what I hear? that the intelligence and mind nature took so long to make in you you blew it on charlatans and nincompoops and yourself became one?