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Foul flavor of vermin Coated my nostrils like a seething hatred The stench Of bitch Was more than a breeding body could understand
But our lives don't breathe Do they Eloise No Some play by the knife And Bubbo's scorn And be on the knees of the never-been-born
Oh god!
How i hated that day of all days At the end of the nights Sovereign pink tights
Oooooooh!
You could split me in two With a bean With the edge of a blade Of another nightshade But I But I cried out after all that i heard No no no Never a word from this Mortimer Snerd
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