Brethren,
God is the primum movens, the first cause of all things. He operates through proximate causes, using the planets as vehicles to communicate His wrath. We are on the planet Earth. The heavens spoke, “Is there life on Mars? Come and see!” And I saw and felt like I was falling into the stars!
The corona virus is caused by the wickedness and sin of humanity! These two anti-morals have engaged corona, a Spanish word for an illness that originated in Cathay, to assault the universals that have perpetually held society together! Corona is the cure for social fragmentation and sin. Do you think you can hide? Do those strumming their votives and singing from their balconies, those cowering near their refrigerators and under their commodes, do they all imagine that God’s pet would not be unleashed through this plague against men for their iniquities, irrespective of where they happened to be? Behold the first of the Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse – 1. Pestilence, 2. War, 3. Famine and 4. Death. That’s four. Four horsemen there are. I mean the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse! They’re no longer in silly canter, daintily jumping streams and banging coconuts together: clip-pity-clop! They are together in full gallop, charging the castle with swords drawn! This new plague is a sign that Christ’s return to reign over the earth is imminent! It is prideful women, those reggaetonas shaking their depraved sinful culitos and fraudulent Jews who have brought this Black Plague upon the world!Let us reckon the Kingdom come by crowning our king! Who do you serve? Pray for salvation or increase your sinful behavior! Express your thoughts and feelings about life, death and the afterlife in your blasphemous poetry, sculpture and painting. Write your songs and sing them!
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
A friend who’ll tease is better
Our thoughts compress which makes us blessed
And makes for sinful weather
Oh, your words mean almost nothing! Soon, you’ll all be gyrating to the big kettle drums! Oh see! The virgins are all trimming their plush fragrant wicks! Japanese is better! The whirlwind is in the cornfield! Nothing matters anymore because everyone is going to perish! Neither the knowledge of your doctors nor the graven images of man’s church will be able to stop it! These will only desert their posts! Mass graves will be dug to contend in measured weight and penny pound with the enormous death rates; but to no avail. You’ll hear with your eyes and know how much you have stolen! All will disappear into the potter’s ground! God is an Amerigun!
Have a great day!
Bother Todd
