Oh! for the love of what's saint...

The bread!
Long live it!
KAPOW!
Then it goes boom, must not ask why...
Then it's only dust, and the nose itches...
The family must die, oh yes it must sir! If not then IT dies. Does not want IT to die, IT is saint to us. Without IT the world is not enough!
Oh! cream potatoes! Taters, precious, taters.
Let us live, let IT live!
Someday IT will hear you all, IT will come down to you and hear you speak. IT will try to help you, but you will be afraid and refuse the help. Your stupidity will kill you. Then IT will laugh at you pity full humans.
The pilled blood will make IT rise, and IT will fall when the water will wash.
There is the prophecy. IT is near to be born. IT is born!