For is this man blessed by the hands of God? Is he meant to do great things? To come out unscathed from this kind of collision almost rings of a destinate intervention:
And what say you about this? When the bowels of hell, puckered by the sphincter of the earth itself, chooses to eject its contents, woe is he, any fool caught in its torrent:
Behold the choice heavy hand of the lord in action. Will this man be spared?
Stay out of the ocean, lest Poseidon himself pull you under:
Put little hope in some of your fellow man. Unless he is a guitarist....
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