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Homeless street cleric, preacher and teacher, grey hair green shirt glass eye garbage can shoes. The louder he screams it, the truer it becomes.
Heaven! Heaven! Lord! Wrath! Thunder!
Rainfall teacup, morning sunshine, dancing for the happy laughs, crying for the broken bottle, screaming for more sunshine, more raindrops, more winter jackets.
Late night, cold bricks, grey puddles. The devil is a huge rat and he stole my english muffin. Curse and cry! Curse and curse, damn and cry and bellow!
Mass at 5:49 am. Today's only parishioner is that thieving hell-spawn, that fiendish rat. God! Thunder! Heaven and Hell! Save us and pray for us, dance upon our grave.
Cold and quiet, the death of a nameless vicar. God's last transmission: Don't touch me, I'm far too acidic for you!
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Muthtard?! Don't let'th be thilly. Lemon, now that'th different...
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