Heralding the Sheep, waiting for the son of our native sun. Illuminating the abyss. What a pitiful sound The Inferno yawns and devours sheeple who have strayed from the path of divine sheeple Steeple our Lady of Divine Prostitution.

"The End...is just a little harder, when brought about by Friends"

She sat wondering how the garden of funeral sores tied-into this song, this parched parish out of Parisian pathos, pathetic wanna-be's brining in the end of the world as we know it.

They came, they devoured and they went off laughing.

The sheeple followed blindly, blithely, joyously to the end of the brink.

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"Virgin Mary was TIRED", tired, ya'll. Bloody tired of it all. Humpty Hubris fell and the Fall was a broken cosmic Egg.