PMS Prayer Book Page 8

Correspondent:: HdMrs. Salacia the Overseer
Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 23:36:43 -0600

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The Hour of Slack! How sweet the sound
That tamed a bitch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was bloated, but now I pee.

’Twas slack that taught my heart to chill,
And slack my nerves relieved;
How precious did the Slack appear
That Hour I first did hear.

Through many monthly bloats and tears,
I have already come;
’Tis Slack hath kept me here thus far,
And Slack will lead me from.

Oh, "Bob" has promised much to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my escape and ticket be,
As Earth burns, yetikind endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall bail,
It's monthly grief shall cease,
I shall possess, on planet X,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But "Bob', Who called me here below,
Shall be forever mine.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing "Bob"’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.