I cameth from the womb of the Mother Virgin Mary
I was chatolick once upon a time.
But I realised the wickedness and absurth of this false Church.
So I came here.
To bless the light.
To uneat darkness.
To call to fight against Satanatas.
Hail Glory of the Jesus Christ, our Superior Creator,
Let blessed be grace of the Salvation,
for the next millenia in Heavens and Hells.
I saw the water well of Heaven.
And it was devout, lack of icons.
No superstitions. No glorified paintings.
No bread and wine, but soul and grace.
I was chatolick once upon a time.
But I realised the wickedness and absurth of this false Church.
So I came here.
To bless the light.
To uneat darkness.
To call to fight against Satanatas.
Hail Glory of the Jesus Christ, our Superior Creator,
Let blessed be grace of the Salvation,
for the next millenia in Heavens and Hells.
I saw the water well of Heaven.
And it was devout, lack of icons.
No superstitions. No glorified paintings.
No bread and wine, but soul and grace.
perhaps you could include some Scripture to provide context for your poem. I'm not sure of the status of water in Heaven; perhaps that would be an area to cover with your Bible verse?
to
. Reading through your fascinating bit of poetry, I am sure that the
must be thrilled that you have escaped the false teachings of the Cathyolick "church" -- at long last.
? This is requested at the top of this page, but it's been overlooked in your enthusiastic message to us.
-bound Mary-worshipers and ring-kissers.
Almighty bless you, Dear, as you draw near to
-- here, at
.
of
English -- and not whatever those ancient stick symbols are. This is not a Chinese restaurant. I do thank you for your cooperation, Dear.

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