The God People are at the door
loaded off of trucks
where they slept under tarps
Kids, no
I know she looks like Madison's mom
but she's
a God Person now.
God People are at the door
having just walked through
the spiritual car wash,
and they're coming for you,
Barbara.
They want to eat you and leave no tip.
God People are at the door.
Bobby quick go wake up daddy
and tell him
to bring
the Tikka.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
The God People are at the door
loaded off of trucks
where they slept under tarps
Kids, no
I know she looks like Madison's mom
but she's
a God Person now.
God People are at the door
having just walked through
the spiritual car wash,
and they're coming for you,
Barbara.
They want to eat you and leave no tip.
God People are at the door.
Bobby quick go wake up daddy
and tell him
to bring
the Tikka.
2025
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