I feel icky,
Me being a sicky.
Like my rhyme? 'Cause it's a quicky.
Well, stop being so damn picky.
I'm going to bed.
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They flit around so merrily outside my window, looking so innocent. But I know that really, they're watching my every move, and planning to hit me over the head with a large steel pipe and take my shoe.
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The Boondock Saints - A Tribute
We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry! We do not want your tired, and sick! It is your corrupt we claim! - It is your evil that will be sought by us! Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace! These are not polite suggestions... these are accords of behaviour, and those that ignore them shall pay the dearest cost! There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do, one day you will look behind you and you shall see we three. And on that day, you shall reap it! With every breath, we shall hunt them down- Until their blood rains down from the skies! And we shall send you to whatever God you wish.
Like shepherds we shall be, for thee, my Lord, for thee. And our power hath descended at thy command, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et file, in spiritus sancti.
...and that's all I have memorized.
Like shepherds we shall be, for thee, my Lord, for thee. And our power hath descended at thy command, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et file, in spiritus sancti.
...and that's all I have memorized.
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