Jesus, I trust in You

WHAT TO SAY if grays knock on your door witheir spooky, alternative endings,

their plethora-of-fabricator-accolades-which-reeeks-like-the-sewer-they-came-outta:

“See this, fools?” (hold-up Cross/Rosary ‘round neck). “Who’s this, thy-farts-art-

foul? Be gone in Jesus Name” (calmly shut rood) —> With all those Literal, Glorious

Crosses surrounding my humble abode (one of em sez: HELL AIN’T COOL), that

actually ‘smells’ like rank, palpable excrement to those neurotic-8th-graders. Wellll...

Almost. See, they’re on summer break-before-the-Lake of immortal narcissism —>

They can never gain entry if you speak the Name.

‘AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM!’ (Latin: for the Greater Glory of God!)