Yours is a Fine antediluvian mind.
(Were it not for that colorful banner..) why you'd be among the Happiest Groups in the dis-USA Today.
Why.. jes imagine their daily joyful-mindset..
{{ whirly brownish-clouds ... periodic Lightning-strikes from On High }}
All them Sinners gettin their hearts-cut-out á lá those Aztec guys.. a-writhin n'a-screamin All Around them!
Then they sorta f l o a t UP ... a-smirkin with their buds ... to all sit on [the *Right-hand!] side o'God, there in that bottomless re-creation of the Colosseum
(no floor, so's all can look-down and watch the Righteous Comeuppance bein administered by their lovin-God)
(with his elegantly-trimmed white beard, a couple-km-long.)
(No Mrs. God in sight.. I mean: if He's a He? ... be He a eunuch, for-absence-of-need. Too?}
And Each One is issued a harp, gets to praise lovin-God for all eternity [Or Else.] Harp-lessons 24/7, natch.
Everyone Loves the harp [Or. Else.]
* You'd think the wholeshebang would tilt-a-mite, what with all those empty seats on the Left; that's because you're a fucking-Sinner ...
so ain't got no gravitas/while they ain't got no gravity.
All this while You--unrepentant-Sinner--head for the blissful oblivion of Nothingness.
Ummmm wait, er
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Who Won?
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NOW.. do you believe in Cosmic Humor, bunkie?
Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... mmm