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Dear Lord. Hear my prayer. First, when Dear Lord shall the God forsaken meek inherit your earth? Shall it be in humanity's life time? Or some immortal lifetime for some other poor being in another universe far, far away one in the future for which you have dominion over perhaps within the next 100,000,000,000,000,000 years? Perhaps you will send a pan dimensional being to earth's past and give the meek their just due? Not the due of our pitiful knowledge where your thoughts are as high from ours as the heavens are from the the earth - Nay dear Lord. Not those ways where we cannot comprehend the why of the permissive destruction of your world and nearly all of your creatures and the planet's biosphere that cries out WTF? No not those ways. Nor the obliteration of faith and lost hope that all the planet's creatures' life forces crave...that there will be a better life, a life in a better reality, perhaps after the rapture when all the christians will be saved, just the supremes...just kidding, but you know my heart... Old Lord, right? If not, strike me down another day. As for today, dear Lord, when are you going to f*cking do your damn job?
Oh and please buy me a Mercedes Benz. I thought that I was praying properly, but my OEN friends say I must make amends...