That which dies a fool, never lived.

O’ happy death cometh to all, let you joyous coming snatcheth us all, for no one would ever leaveth your grasp cept for the saviour jesus christ. So it appeared. So you come and layeth your olive branch which was truly meant to be a posie. My pockets full. So the persons who showeth there are the ones who slandering swords protecth they. Curse their households, as was mine.

-Devoted procrastinator.

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