Lo, for the time is nigh, and then thee shalt come crawling on thine knees, seeking divine forgiveness, begging for ease from the torment of thy soul, for Loafdom is not mocked, thee may jeer and spit in the face of the true compassion and love, for it has served thee well thus far as the incidious BabBazz ensnares thine conciousness into the evil plan... yet who shall ye call for come doomsday? Thy cries shall fall upon deaf ears, for those that mock must be punished, the disbelievers and infidels destroyed in their sleep under heaving piles of toxins and noxiousness, afore they spread their bitter lies and wicked tales, infecting the earth with hatred and treachery, and thy soul shall never have peace.
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