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Apparently none of you like it when I quoteth Christian Deatheth, well then I'll just paraphrase then:
Original: Jesus, won't you touch me? Come in to my heart. Where the hell are you-when the fire starts?
zombiefied: I think Jesus should really bless me. Come into my heart. My husband's been gone for three days. Where the hell are you? Oh dear, I think I may have left the stove on...
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