praised be Ye, bringer of enlightenment in this sinister of hours.
when vile leechers and foul landlubbers are snapping on the heels of our weak hope, like wolves in the dark forest of our peril, torturing the true believer with unholy sermons,
selling theirs and our souls out in a bargain for meagre wisdoms, neither norishing nor new, promising the pill that does it all.
Ye shine on our dim little hungover souls like a glorious furnace of purest light, blasting away the shadows of ache and despair in our time of need with sheer, keen and strong belief and wisdom.
Ye humble us, yet! at the same time heighten us.
Longest lives the prophet,
most fiercely touched by HIS noodly appendage