Fred Phelps is dead. He who insisted God hates fags has ceased to darken existence's door. If a god existed, O Fred's Vile Memory, it's you he'd hate. And if a hell existed, you'd be penetrated anally and orally by an endless procession of grinning, shrieking demons.
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