Your world is a peach about to be plucked.
Thine juices will it secrete.
Of human blood rank and meek. With my 3rd eye and my Arcturan IQ I can view your whole world at once. All thought just sand trickling down my hourglass.
Your wifes will tickle my balls while I conquer your fields.
Your power will be sucked dry.
I will piddle acid into the oceans. And fart toxic fumes into the atomsphere.
You will swear to me eternal fealty; on pain of death.
I atop my cosmic chariot promise you thus.
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