Aye! This game doth ascend beyond the firmament of mortal playthings! Verily, ne’er hath mine eyes beheld such a pious spectacle, wherein our Lord and Saviour, sweet Jesus, doth smite sinners with beams of holy fire from His most radiant gaze. Upon the Sea of Galilee did I tread with ghostly grace, casting loaves and fishes as though they were spells, whilst Demons fled in fear before my divine roundhouse kick.

What sorcery is this, I asked, when from mine hands flew lightning ‘gainst the wicked, and doves did dive from Heaven like wingèd arrows of righteousness! So moved was I, that I fell into a swoon and woke clad in sackcloth 'neath the steeple of my parish, whereupon the vicar declared me “Blessèd, and perhaps a bit possessed.”

Yea, this game hath shaken the very foundation of mine faith, until I wept, laughed, and ascended bodily into the Heavens. Ten stars of Bethlehem out of ten! Wouldst I play again? Aye, until Gabriel himself doth smite my PC.


A Sonnet of Divine Love and Holy Power

I felt so moved, my soul did burn with might,
For in this game, sweet Jesus(s??) wrath was real.
He blasted lasers, smote the dark with light,
And crushed the sinners 'neath His holy heel.

With every step, the Romans fell before,
As doves and fire from Heaven did descend.
This game hath made me witness to much more,
A faith so fierce, no foe can e’er transcend.

I thank thee, game, for showing me divine,
Now Jesus..s power flows through this form mine.