It's a bad time for gods.
Slaughter the parasitic Lambs that feed upon your pastures
And serve them on a bed of Buddha rice.
Feel enlighted by a good meal.
Ragnarok?
Just thump on the ceiling
and tell the hairy bastards to keep the fucking noise down already.
The old battle is getting on my nerves
And I pay my rent like everybody else.
Evacuate Jerusalem.
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