I ask only that his grace fill my empty cup, fill my mortal soul with his divine marinara sauce, for I am a penitent man wronged, an honorable man falsely besmirched, and a faithful lover of too many a woman later to fall into accursed witchcraft, madness and debauchery.
I will pray for your disbelief and hope his noodly appendages will one day open your eyes
I ask only that his grace fill my empty cup, fill my mortal soul with his divine marinara sauce, for I am a penitent man wronged, an honorable man falsely besmirched, and a faithful lover of too many a woman later to fall into accursed witchcraft, madness and debauchery.
I ask only for some tangible morsel of proof.
Some… tasty meal, for my impoverished stomach.