I dreamt I was Guilles de Rais in front of an inquisition of the Methodist church, and I gave this roaring speech about why I turned from god. And as I was takin away my valet, Ben Vereen, was trying to get past the guards to give me a peice of my armour that he had attatched my favorite sword in the grip so that I would burn with it and take it
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