But Timmy - God doesn’t love you. Not at all. Tonight when you go to bed, just know the end of days is near and soon we’ll see all the stars wink out one by one, the cold embrace of death is near and soon the black shroud of death will become your pillow. Oh, and sleep tight son.
But Timmy - God doesn’t love you. Not at all. Tonight when you go to bed, just know the end of days is near and soon we’ll see all the stars wink out one by one, the cold embrace of death is near and soon the black shroud of death will become your pillow. Oh, and sleep tight son.