Don't, Do Not Tread On Me...
It is not fare to con! Step up as a man before the battle. Then you'll gain respect and maybe an alliance, rather than waiting for the battle to begin sew the rallah/aracca can sneak like a thief from the rear. Taking yourself out of the equation early is the only weigh because alladins lamp ain't gonna help you dis, time...
Smile, you're on candid, cam-era, whatever
Remember hide and gogh seek. Now you've got the picture. It's still, blurry and yet strangely familiar. That's your right to dis-belief dis-appearing. Through loving religion that would cut your throat to achieve their final moment of ego. That's why I loved when he returned as a man, a human being (in his own words), Malcholm Little (alias X) when he was killed by his previous owners. He knew better than those of them that predicated religion. Fore they are the true heathen. Blinded by passions so rancid in hate's right to "absorb or be demolished" cocksucking reality of choices.
I LIVE FREE! FROM AWE ALL OF YOU'S! And you'll die to make me prove it! So help me "AWE, ALL, THAT IS GOOD!" Over all your fucked upped gods! GOOD NEWS ONLY! All others pay cash! And the peace better fucking seethe from your loins and not be wearin no fucking turbines and swords...
Finn-ally I re-membered what you said when you got in clear. Just before the Oxen Free!
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