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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

QuenOyeCaldroun

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Behold ye this divine riot upon earth for the sword O the foreauthors...
Profit ye sonsOfairies on tail impaled by their mouthers...
Really can't say their succession cud be calledone..
For their queen descends unto ye lowest accounts Oher caldroun!

Beg bludy marystressOiniquity for ye ol' serpents seed..
Royal claim to forge ye sillybaesterds vulture creed...
Witchs face chewedup & brewedup from where she's lockedunder..
Let those of the coming ages drink to yeol quenOye caldroun!

High time to chant to ye unholier mantra in hell!
Rake yeolfools ore her bedO d' coffer she will...
God ripp ye poorsouls that did bludywell fall headlong into one..
The quen can't rule without her flockn counselOcrow in d' caldroun!

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