God, Don't Let Em Touch Me

We're just standing there, helpless, chaerless. Now we're to run, no place to hide. And so, wol, god speaks to you. It's lap shane coming up this season on heaven bent. I got the impression that god wanted me down. So i let go, and i down. The voice of the holy spirit inside of me was apparently saying, i've finally got you where i want you. You can turn teeth into o eny mont so figure. O lopes meal istanis o, my god, local christians claim divine dentistry. Cal tat nit lans them. An te gostl is connected with toronto