Fags Have Received That Recompense Of Their Error (AIDS) Which Is Meet

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Dear Fred,

 

I just wanted to extend my thanks to you. For quite awhile, I have been meaning to do something to help others and show my support. You inspired me and have given me just the kick I needed to get out there and be a better person of God, and to spread God’s love!

 

I hear you are picketing in Weston, MO this Nov. 7th, at the funeral of a fallen soldier. I plan to donate $1 for every minute you picket to the National AIDS fund, in your name. I know several other Weston individuals who plan to do the same. Stay as long as you like, I would like to see the National AIDS fund grow tremendously by your actions. The more money we donate, the closer we get to finding a cure for HIV/AIDS, and the more homosexual men and women and keep doing what they want with what God gave them.

 

Thanks Again,

 

Lauren

 

 

Dear Stay Puft –

 

Do you know Fred?  Of course not, or you would know he does not do email.

 

WTH is this $1 thing?  How cheap can you be?!  There will be 10 souls standing on the ground.  When you have cast your lot into the camp of FAGS, you should do it fo-rizzle!  Donate like you mean it!  After all, the Lord Jesus Christ said:

 

For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?  (Mt. 16:26.)

 

I’m just sayin…when you are giving your never-dying soul away for a plate of steaming hot fag feces, you need to get after it.  If you are indeed inspired, you sure have a lame way of showing it.

 

Meanwhile, that soldier is in hell, and you will shortly meet him there.  You two air-heads can spend eternity cursing each other and God, as you go through the five stages of realization that you have landed where you will NEVER be free, and that the worm never dies and the fire is never quenched and the smoke of your torment will ascend up for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever, that would be, never-ending!  In fact, we have a beautiful parody to the lilty song:  "Can’t Even Imagine".  Sing it with me now; it is so beautiful, and it sings sooooo well on the streets, I simply love it!

 

Can’t even imagine

What it will be like

When you wake

In agony

Can’t even imagine

Just how shocked you’ll be

When in glory

God says depart from me

Can’t even imagine

Yeah

 

[Chorus]

Surrounded by hot flames, such pain you will feel You will still reject your Savior, while you gnash your teeth and wail With your "friends" in your presence only curses they call Cause you failed in your duty, no truth to speak at all You can’t even imagine You can’t even imagine

 

Can’t even imagine

When that day comes

And you find yourself

Cut off from the Son

Can’t even imagine

When all that you’ll do

Is forever

Forever have worms eating you

Can’t even imagine

Can’t even imagine

 

Chorus (2)

 

Chorus (3)

 

You can’t even imagine (yea-ah-ah)

You can’t even imagine

You can’t even imagine

You can’t even imagine

 

Can’t even imagine

When all that you’ll do

Is forever

Forever have worms eating you

You can’t even imagine

 

I just love that song!  You sing that song to some rebel brats at a University, and they are literally stunned into silence.  YAY!  That reminds me of a most humorous thing at a University two weeks ago in Idaho (de da hos!) – anyway, those rebel brats came out and about half had tape on their big fat pizza and alcohol chutes.  I had to just sing for joy – now that is the kind of counter picket that is needed!  You put some tape on some drunken, rebel college students in Doomed america and the only thing that would be better is if you duct-taped some clothes on them and their underwear ON and pulled up!  Now, you got some peace and quiet up in here!  That’s what I’m talkin about! 

 

About that cure for AIDS/HIV!  Rots-O-ruck!  That is an amazing and glorious work of God, and it is marvelous in our sight!  When God has cursed you with a disease that is incurable, it means that you will never find a cure.  So break the bank and break your back, but forget that cure thing!

 

The time is so very, very short!  The destruction of this nation of rebels is imminent.  It is time for lame Lauren the marshmallow head to shut her mouth, get a Bible, crack it and read the words and OBEY YOUR GOD! 

 

Anathema, Maranatha

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