To Hades with you, fool, for God hath tired of you.
Sam CheeverI was deep in the poo poo dungeon.
Sam CheeverMots clés trouble
God, in his wisdom, sent us his angels, to whisper our names on the wind. God, in his anger, released his devils, to pester our souls to the end.
Sam CheeverI pull my power more tightly around me like a magic binky.
Sam CheeverI was swimming with the turd sharks in an ocean made of piss
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