Good enough to become a working Creed, y'know?
But then.. we'd have to worry about someone Deifying *Thee*.
{harp arpeggios over Zildjian cymbal brushed lightly in 5/4 time.}
{Fade-in to}
The darkling mirror clears and reveals a supplicant on knees near a K-Mart polyester Damask-ish bedspread, intoning -
Rogue-Saint Brandioch, save me from all things which go bump in the night. Lead me not into temptation, but give me the credit cards with which to buy them all now. Deliver me from evil unpredictability. Assure that I shall dwell forever in blessed certainty that nothing shall go wrong.. go wrong.. go wro -=-=-=
{scene fades into mushroomy-cloud bkg. surmounted with a dewed, freshly-plucked single rosebud, rampant upon a Gucci purse}
{sound fades-in from ppp < into the dissonant first movement of the Honegger Christmas Cantata}
Verily I say unto thee amigo, do not go gently into That good night. They'll tear yer clothes off fer a relic, blame you for that canker sore just before the Big night, and finally..
Sell plaster dolls fer the UAV windshield, build giant structures and train acolytes to speak in tongues..
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... or Worse!
