I do not fear in the valley of death and shadow. I teach myself to release what I cannot control. For who could? Not just any random citizen. Who are you calling random? Giver of life and voice of reason, the maker
of the seasons. My king I praise your thrown. The coffee dripping in the pot, my eyes smart. When they open again, my life will be over. Stripping the world of hatred, and in sincerity
teaching the masses how to use their words properly. And my only prayer today is that my lost soul
is found and my words are heard. And G-d will appear in my life so that we
may again clasp our hands together in the end of days. Amen. Omg-d, I think it’s working! This can’t last. Someone has to fight against this. Obviously not me. You don’t deserve to call yourself Philistines! I call myself Philistine. I really hope you know what you’re doing. That’s a start! I guess… Let’s… um… all have a drink.