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‘The church has changed!’ cried Philip ‘Fuck Y’all’ Aspinall.

‘We are not like we used to be!’ screams the man who who invited a convicted pedophile to his investiture as Archbishop of Brisbane.

If I was a capitalist c*nt out for an earn, as some c*ckheads have in the past have claimed, I would shut the f*ck up right now.

My mediation with these low-dog psycho slags is coming up in the next few weeks. Calling them out for the kiddy-fiddling c*nts that they are is probably going to cost me a lucrative six-figure settlement.

But I couldn’t give a flying f*ck.

This was never about money. It was about getting my life back.

And do you know what? By virtue of not giving a tinker’s cuss about what kiddy-fiddling c*nts and their supporters think, I’ve got it back too.

F*ck you Phil, and f&ck all your mates too.

You glad-handlers know that you like it.

Free at last! Free at last!

God almighty, I’m free at last!

But ‘Fuck Y’all’ Phil you ain’t. Not by a long shot.

Oh no brother!

The Arch Man doesn’t want your apology.

The Arch Man wants to f*ck you in the arse just like your mates tried to f*ck me when I was just a little boy who loved and served the Lord, back in the days when I had my whole life ahead of me, instead of my death just three steps ahead.

You bast*rds stole my bright future away, and if you think that you can bribe your way out of eternal Borstal then think again you evil God-bothering arseholes.

I Never Knew You

21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.22 On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ 23 And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’

I’ve changed, but you haven’t, not for a single second, and it is by your deeds that we shall now and forevermore know you.

And this is the deed that shall define you, for guess who’s back, Shady’s back.

Yes he’s back, yes he’s back, yes he’s back.

Barry Greaves the boys bum gobbling grub’s back.

Back in the Cathedral with his mate Dr Phil, the Archbishop.

pedoAnd these c*nts have the hide to ask victims like me if we would like an apology from the Archbishop>?

How about Dr Phil instead just allows me to piss in his mouth?

Now that would be justice.

Waddya reckon Filbert?

Open wide, let Archie come inside, it’s Play School.

It always has been Play School for arseholes like you hasn’t it Archbishop?

I spit in your face, and when you are dead I will piss upon your grave, make no mistake about that you f*cking absolute c*nt.

Archie’s is uncouth I hear you and your top end tosser mates says?

F*ck yeah I am!

Suck my d*ck you sick sex fiends.

You know that you love it.

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