I wonder if Our Dear Leader would smile at all I have done. Or laugh. Oh, I wish he'd laugh. I love it when he laughs. It means that another has been subject to The Book. One day, he will come for me, with The Book under his arm, and I will smile as he opens it to the page of his choice. I will laugh with him as I fade. This is the way.
Stories by lin manuel miranda
1Psalms
A collection of some of my favourite hymns dedicated to The Dear Leader.
The Pickens Bible
If you are not committed to the task, I do not blame you; however, I beg of you to remember this Holy Book, a...