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And so the reverend Fred Phelps lay in a heap in the middle of some Medieval Mainstreet...and while the flies, and the maggots, within whose progeny lie, were tempted to eviscerate his prostate form, even they bore him no sympathy, nor were tempted to aid him in his perishing. So the man (sic) who lay there, simply laid there, death only holding his nose to the stinch. Heaven help him, may it be that God does not exist, because if he does, Phelps will be consined to the lowest level of Dantes hell, and all but buzzards will find his soul to be too wretched to approach.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 08:29:41 +0000

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