Just when I be getting bored, too!
Oh woe and lament, such fancy French princesses masquerading as men, the fits you throw when you need more eyes upon your bleeding soul! From your mouths pour black sugary poison and your fellows eat it up. From your eyes, reeking worms of lies and mischief.
All of you deserve it, deserve the fate you get now from your choices. You frantically dig your holes thinking they be the ones to let you escape, and too late, you see them for your graves. Eaten up by this City, who finds your offerings of lust and anger and selfishness such a cuisine.
Will you wage war? Will you let yourselves be pulled into a fight you cannot win? Perhaps under the intoxicating pull of that sweet sugar-sickness?
All of you deserve it, deserve the fate you get now from your choices. You frantically dig your holes thinking they be the ones to let you escape, and too late, you see them for your graves. Eaten up by this City, who finds your offerings of lust and anger and selfishness such a cuisine.
Will you wage war? Will you let yourselves be pulled into a fight you cannot win? Perhaps under the intoxicating pull of that sweet sugar-sickness?