The Sacred Is Profane

They are more numerous than humans. Some are covered with scales, some with matted fur. Others have eyes all over their heads and bodies. You could not endure it if you ever encountered one. Edgar Allan Poe, who had the misfortune to be somewhat of a poet, went mad just imagining the possibility. They roll like a ball to get where they want to go, often to the graves of those who died violently. Hounds tracked them to the outskirts of town before losing the scent. The Lord has showed us His glory but also His great big ass.