Practicing music pieces, in case chumps bale out/no show for assigned/paid gigs over weekend masses. Actually, I’m the third in line as emergency back-up. But because the other chumps have their own crappy lives to live, I’m stuck with dedicating my “help” to the “brains” (deciders) like “Mom” and Maw, which makes me the “brawns” (reptilian muscles) like Paw and moi.
Nice religious lyrics connecting to BeJeezuz, the Illuminated Son, and Gawd the Dad. Little to no mention of angels, saints, martyrs, or the Virgin Goddess Mary.
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