You might utter an infinite abuses on eternally spell-binding creation; in the most nonchalantly decaying of gutter pipe; where there dared not creep even the most parsimoniously uninterested of soul,
You might abominably execute an infinite dastardly lies; in the realms of meaninglessly menacing wilderness; where there dared not creep even the most
ethereally lackadaisical of soul,
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