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When I was a child, I was a bit odd.
My love thought I was in likes with a Lucifer!
I was sent to a priest.
Priest looked upon me with disgust
Disdain upon my burnt tortured state
He thus said:
“Recant vile sinner, RECANT!”
I looked upon the priest while he sprayed me with spit
White holiness rained cool over me.
My lips gave utterance to this
“TNACER, rennis eliv ouy tnaceR”
The Priest struck my face, held a crucifix against my head
told me to renounce a Lucifer as he read from the book
I looked upon the priest with compassion thus stating.
“I don’t know a Reficul!”
“Why do you practice acts of hate?”
Rage engulfed the good minister, as I stated
“As of now, you look like a reficul! Not a
servant of that fictional character dog you claim to
follow.”
The Priest became furious, ultimately, beating me with the baby doll’s leg he grabbed from the crib in some miniature barn.
He had no idea I suffered from DYSLEXIA! He thought that some Lucifer was inside of me. This is the messenger for the highest.
The message, beat the child, beat the child, come on, all you ass kissers in the first and second pews, get your hands up and repeat after me
BEAT THE CHILD, BEAT THE CHILD, BEAT THE CHILD
THIS IS THE MESSENGER FROM THE HIGHEST
THE MESSAGE.
BEAT the dyslexic CHILD.
Religion: Destroyer of the mind, hope for the grave