You see my face and race comes first. I walk around and I feel cursed. You greet me with "Ni hao!", expect me to take a bow? I filled the bathtub; go in headfirst.
Writing poems is always the best way to let off steam.
Their bodies are in a state of carnage. Their organs are used as hostage. External dissection, internal infection. Can't move, can't scream, in pain, in *******.