As a child I was taught this prayer:
God mighty.
God is cruel.
And now we thank him
For our gruel.
God is cruel.
And now we thank him
For our gruel.
She may be too old for this one, but it is an old favorite.
May she find peace in the Lord, and her demons be chased out through her rectum! (she might like that though, so let's pray it's through her nose, or something less 'pleasurable' to a tortured soul like her's.

ve" - fuelled by Swiss (or Russian depending on location) aphrodisiacs - His Perfect Love really is. The contrast between sober lips which worship and the drunken maw of Venus could not be clearer than in 
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