1. And behold, I typeth these wordes upon Mine Holy Keyboarde, and answere thy questions. Humble thyself beofre thy Lorde!
Can You Come Tonight Lord Jesus ?
No.
Will You Come Tonight Lord Jesus ?
Reade my wordes: Fuck, no.
Won't You Come Tonight Lord Jesus ?
Because I hatest thou.
Please Come Tonight Lord Jesus !
Didn'test thou reade mine first and second answers? Fuckest thy off.
I Will Cry In My Pillow Again Tonight , Lord Please Come Back.
Thou art a crybaby. That ist why I hatest thou, for the Lorde doth not hang with crybabies.
If Not Tonight , Tomorrow Will Do ?
Dost thou not read? I shall not return. The Apocalypse hath been cancelled. Thou pussies shall never dwell in My Kingdom. Why the helle wouldst I let such wimps dirty My golden city? Just fuckest thy off.
I Can't Take Another Day Without You.
Quitest thy whinings, or I shall let the atheists have all the power and the glory.
Sincerely,
The Lorde Jesus H. Christ
PS. Fuckest thou.
