Three times fall smack dab to the desert floor, house of asps, ancient clasps, ship fasteners and the sands spoken at Passover
Won’t lack vinegar or goring, three days must endure fire like last bill on Jura
Even God’s own son believes himself mortal and abandoned, such is life’s anguish
He devolved, deigned to understand it, came at his summons despite Set’s trap
Sets traps of his own, evolves alongside them cops and robbers when they get upstairs they’re gonna face problems
Not with them shoes, mate, go and get a coffee
You think you can just walk into my Vietnamese coffee place and ask for Americano, sir?
Would you go to an Israeli kosher butcher asking for bratwurst and fat frankfurters?
Insane that you would darken my doorway, me Irish, and ask ‘UK?’ (you never ask ‘you ok?’)
Why not ask if the Westboro baptist church can recommend any nice days out for gays.
Alchemisland 
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