Nah, he’d be all, from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee and then he’d drown, deeply satisfied with the purity of his beacon loathing.
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Nah, he’d be all, from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee and then he’d drown, deeply satisfied with the purity of his beacon loathing.
