Church of the High Beetle.
Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2017 5:13 amWhen sending prayers off to a God, hoping for an answer. Smited was I by daring to question his design. In loyalty abound, waiting days to weeks. Worms I tried to feed. Hatch into Beetles may they but all in nigh for the Lord had a greater design. Unknown to me and in my Fury I chose to doubt his wisdom only once.
A God (no doubt still stuffed from the finest of Turkey kings) appeared to punish me for my sins.
I knew not but the Lord left me with a strong teaching - to ensure that I learn to do things for myself and explore all of his creations in unique and new ways. Punishment was fierce but he allowed me to live and left this reminder with me.
For in my arrogance, this shall always remind me of my foolish ways.
And with this, the church of the High Beetle shall be born. Unknown and feared by all! We shall worship the direct creation of our God.
Praise le Beetle!
A God (no doubt still stuffed from the finest of Turkey kings) appeared to punish me for my sins.
I knew not but the Lord left me with a strong teaching - to ensure that I learn to do things for myself and explore all of his creations in unique and new ways. Punishment was fierce but he allowed me to live and left this reminder with me.
For in my arrogance, this shall always remind me of my foolish ways.
And with this, the church of the High Beetle shall be born. Unknown and feared by all! We shall worship the direct creation of our God.
Praise le Beetle!