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All hail the Great Lice Picker!  For he returneth from Thanatos' sombre embrace, to bestow upon our brow the great kiss of knowledge. He raiseth his own corpus, his own law, his Gospel, that he doth decreeth with great zeal to the supine masses. From his lips, and his lips alone, doth truth floweth forth, an unyielding stream of Azoth, so generously and effervescently filling thine chalice. Come now, come! Hark, you heathens that dost deny the divine decree! Drink, drink up! Become drunk on the holy Logos of his truth! Hear me, O Great one, and grant me your wisdom.  |