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Josh Pearce Hail Marie, full of nuclear waste whitewashed is the concrete of her tomb. Despite crucifix trefoils, pilgrims seek radiation scorch mark shadows of the savior on her walls like sweat stains in burial shrouds, thousands spiraling her shrine to kiss the pitchblende, of rumored curative properties, particularly of shrinking tumors. Priests of promethium with stigmata lesions on their palms bishops of berkelium cardinals of californium the pope of polonium in dentist-apron vestments administer iodine eucharist and a barium solution sacrament so God can x-ray our innermost being. As man of infinite half-life: the same yesterday, today, and forever;