Poem by Firefly

The following is a poem by incels.co user Firefly

"Oh Saint Blackops2cel, thou art my shepard.

Thou leadest me beside still waters and green pastures.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over.

I will dwell in the house of saint Blackops2cel for ever."

—Firefly

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