Ye be but dirt upon my sole, ye be but mange infesting vole, thee knowest nought yet spout with force, ye hast retort though no resource.
Ye be as mould upon my bread, ye be the tic infesting bed, ye be the fold dividing arse, ye be the shite I freely pass.
Ye be but scab, much puss arise, ye be but corpse with maggot flies.
Ye be as nought, yet question me, ye be but shite, away with thee.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-08 09:45:52
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