something abt billah (whoever tt is)
on the day they're gonna pierce his body with hooks


The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives he releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, he hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then well make the buggers eyes water.




This prayer was made possible by, among others, Agri, his parents, Billah, some dudes who like to hang people, a mysterious group of people I shall refer to as PF, swirve, Mehul Patel, and the Eindhoven University of Technology.