Mother Lyndon... oh my, you've set your Chinese pantry all ablaze!
Now, might a third of our stock soon evaporate?
What will your servants consolidate among the crumbs you'll leave behind?
Where next on your bosom's wild, whipsaw ride? (Yee Haw!)
So many questions...
Only the good American imagines answers scarcely dreamed. These alone see blood's writing on your kitchen wall.
Still, Nature's Law lights a way out: No killing plague shall terrorize a soul determined to alleviate the awful vulnerability you've created.
Not now and not when this began ... because even surrounded by your greed's smoke, the united few freely alert the masses your poisonous gases, soon enough, will choke.
Good hope's courage, then, is risen to Luke 12:4 and the One Spirit that could ever utter such a thing.
For only the good perceive how immortality born of Great Calamity might very well be at hand.
So, then, good American, courage must ask:
Who else wants to see how Jesus multiplied the loaves?
Surely, you alone know this with perfect conviction: The cooks who served up 9-11 most certainly don't.
