guess what you fat cunt. your dead and im not.
for now.
lie in that beautiful room ya bastard.
drip the dripping out ya fat arse...
and you'd be gone. long gone.
Took the staff and pointed it at the stars; the only difference now is that they sparkle when they are frozen still for you.
you locked in the cage.
parted..dear departed...
and yes, you is a cunt.
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