I hate to be that guy, and I'm not saying it's impossible, but it looks like it was one nun, decades after Mother Teresa died.
Is that an anagram for CUCK?
I have never heard of this, got any sources?
And now I'm triggered for reading it
this is the way
Wot in the reformation part 3 is this?
I really like it here, but don't want to get in the way!
I have been posting memes... is this not allowed?
Let me get this straight.... Are you saying Biden is #NotMyPresident ?
LOL Exactly! They are not free people, it's like their brains are meant to be spoon fed.
Antifa doesn't work, what do you mean?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3t5iCARzsg We're on the one road, sharing the one load, we're on the road to God knows where. We're on the one road, may be the wrong road, but we are together now who cares!
UNTIL THE CHEETO SAYS ITS OVER ITS NOT
facepalm
And also near Medjugorje, for the Catholic pedes
Right? Is that guy even paying attention?
We got spooked, SO DID THEY! FUCK THEM, I WILL GLADLY GET FUCKED SO THEY CAN ALSO GET FUCKED, GET FUCKED
OH NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT THE LIZARD PEOPLE!!!!!
Until republic is recovered (I dont know)
OH I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WHERE A FUCKING LAWYER MAYBE RUN FOR PRES NEXT
If only it was that easy!
Woah it's just a meme, Uighurs in camps?
THANK GOD FOR CALLING ON SUCH GREAT PEOPLE TO MEET THE ENEMY AGAIN AND AGAIN!
WE ARE HERE LORD, USE US!
Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free; While God is marching on. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on.