Demon spawn
I'll sway
And slay my work and right
Might
My might will thrash
And hiss and lash and shall my snarl
My snarl?
I'll start a new fire and set blaze to the rest
Rest yee mee gentle germ and die trying to drink a tub
Thimble weed and tumble tire
Tire yourself solely and sway those rabbit ears till say
You thee are the hole
A joke of live and joke to me
Escape from me, you sign of soul, sway away and die
I are the thee of this Jule and only I can be swayne no more
I are thee, the swayne
Not thee and tu thee I are thee this and just what twas this quarrel
Now down day gone
And be gone to the gotten son
My soul, my Jule… You there I see (be here)
Be gone the shivacobson
Die sweet and destitute mine morale a mirror my Mudd roar.

Right here.
And again no from the eyes of Maze'











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