posted on Oct, 9 2015 @ 09:50 AM
And don't forget the arcane prediction of St Malady the Infirm...
"Yea verily, as the Prince of Snails suckles at the many teats of the Largish Bitch, the seas shall boil and the spit forth the fetid spawn of the
depths that doth run our varied vehicles, which shall heat the firmament beyond all reason,
and all will want for sustenance, and all will gnash gums, as teeth will hath falllen by the wayside, undone by sugary treats some see as common,
and the cities built of pride will fall, as the contractors are slothful and drunken and unionized,
verily, when these deeds hath been done, unto death, then shall all be lost ...
but never doth forgeteth thy perception of the exterior world matches thine own interior life ... and all gets better once the writers of dire
prophecy lay with a strumpet, and the masses recognize the value of education and comprehend that the Almighty is on to other projects and has
forgotten mankind's birthday for many a millennia."
Or something like that... that was from memory and I was too slothful to look it up.