Why do I sit here lurking as a predator for his prey? Lord, when shalt night turn to day, and wine filleth this emptied soul? No false commandments, no entrampments, just leathers of hers and mines skin. Glossy eyed kids!

Two ******* I may layeth this wearied head upon, wherein wild beat psalms and psalterys light the mark! Passify me thou buried amongst women, for everythings been taken, just crumbs to be left. Digest!!!!! I can't more swallow, for now is ending sorrow of a trophy not had!!!!