oh mr bush why am i still here ; why have you not droped a bomb ;

you may have seed on this earth ; praise g*d that it will be severed in time, as but g*d trims branches ; but your soul belongs to me ; what the hell do you think im going to do with it ? ; as it is writen ; without prejudice ; tatto it for starters ; you may live as dirt for till your 90 years old ; but the dirt will give up the ghost ; without prejudice ;