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The Confessions of Saint Augustine: Pt I
Great art Thou, O Lord forgiveth me. Great is Thy power. And Thy wisdom infinite. Forgiveth me thine Lord. In the dubious chambers of self-disclosure, I, the rogue, doth confess with a quill dipped in mischief and a heart tainted with impish delight. Prepare thyself for a tale of transgressions… O Lord. Strike my wicked soul down, as I bend from the knee and hip. And pucker thine ripe anus for Thee. To receive Thy graces O Lord. Thou busteth in me, washing away the trickles of defecation that coats my hole, like a thick wool covers an old sheep. Great Lord. The Gordian knot of hair, untied by your sword of immeasurable power, entering my tainted behind. I offer my anus to Thine will. And for now, this entry must end. As I have soiled thine garbs. Amen.
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