You are once lost and now you found the true path. Deny those who claim to be mighty because cancer of the chest was big. Those thou warthen thou mother milk. They poison the child. Thou mind. Thou soul. Be forsaken the mammary. The giant sack might be mighty in volume but thou milk is shite. Be remembered of the grapes on the vine... the struggle of life makes less of the juice but it's finer then god's jizz.