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THE LORD OF THE CRAYFISH

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For the crayfish cult.

There once lived by the Gentle River; an extension of the Agnon River at Abrahmintine, a red Lord of scarlet redness for a love of drinking blood! Who knows? Antecedent had lent way to the practice, which is fully associated with carnibalism. But he portrayed himself a pastor, so religion could be a good cloak. And no one could talk to him - not even all the wild Lords of Ikafiteria. He was the Lord of the crayfish. He gathered sponkles or derepted self persons, who served him and drank blood: physically and spiritually! He pallied with all the marine spirits, ranging from the queen of the stream to the queen of the coasts, and claimed he could not die.

One day, a mission church came to town and a young preacher was sent in. The preacher's name was Augustine. The young preacher was praying in tongues one night as his habit was when he was about to go to the Agnon and Gentle Rivers for his meeting with the crayfish, but couldn't because lightning was rattling everywhere in the realm. After two hours, the preacher stopped his prayers and he then felt safe to leave. On arrival, the queen of the coasts asked him in Aphekhians: "Semi, da, why did you come to the meeting now? Didn't you know you had to address the crayfish as the Lord of the crayfish?", then gave him a knock, and all the crayfish laughed. From then on, he adopted the method of knocking people in the form of praying for them. Finally, he (as he chose the be God) did perish on Havirag hill on Cool Thursday - and no one could help him.

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