My liver, she is a beaten harlot

Dear benevolent and merciful God.

Help my internal parts for they have been drenched and soakened with the distilled temptations of your fallen Son. The rumblings in me innards are surely a reflection of the din that doomed souls make upon learning of the depths of their eternal suffering.

Or maybe I just really have bad gas.

......urrrrppppp.........

Jolly times though, recap forthwith and on the way hoi hoi!