Wonderland we live, I ask you for a penny and you're afraid about your judgment day... This guy is tryin' to know much more than God has reserved for him. It's not the problem; the problem is: he's doing the shit in Lord's way... I'll let him say his prayers, after all his movin' mouth up [look at the direction: God is livin' somewhere out there! no! not there, beyond your imagination, look where he looks when he says prayers] he asked me "what the fuck are you starin'at?! didn't ya motherfucker meet a nasty man talking to his Lord in purity before?"

My headache is gettin' a problem these days...