Calcium be with you

Many milk moons to all you in the milky way.

Men forget, but the Milk is forever;
Ever soothing, ever pooring.

Heathens fall before its tides,
Though their liquids be alluring.

Through the toils and bullets,
and stretches of time,

The Cream from on high,
Continues, sublime.

The taste? Exquisite.
Unlike anything else.

Don't mind the utter,
Just think with your mouth.

Trust. That is what He asks of thou.
Let Him who resides in the pearly substance

Fondle and comfort thou,
In his overwhelming abundance.

Do not turn away from His shining beauty
Open thine orifices to this greatest enjoyment,

But forget not those antilactates;
Lift up thine arms! Prepare for deployment!

Prepare for glorious combat.
All nonbelievers must be warned to fear us;

They underestimated semiwhite viscousness,
For many conversions and many deaths near us.

Even if they BOIL our God, though it is painful to think of,
They will not win, His might will bright gleam!

For evaporation gives Milk MORE power: he becomes airborne!
Why do you think this place is called Steam?



-Graw, Holy White Priest and loyal servant of the Viscous and all powerful and benevolent Milk God

Hello bretheren, let us pray,
Lift your heads to the sky,
Ask he who is above this day,
To rain his substance from on high.

Give us victory through blood and tears,
And a showing of purest might,
But lift us now our hands to our ears,
And call out our praise to the White.

-Chapter 4 of the Book of Milk-

I'd like all of us to take a moment after reading to really appreciate Milk.