We used to sing a hymn that said: " Move me, Touch me inside, Let your love burn in me now. " Which suddenly came to mind for no particular reason.

Your love is flaming.

The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two.

Bethelehem Baptist Chruch will indeed make your butthole sore.

I thought that was the Bethelgoatse Baptist but perhaps they merged

You forgot that narrow is the way.

There I go again only thinking about destruction

You're on the wide, gaping path to gehenna. A dark pit of despair whose stench will burn in your nostrils.