186th Chorus
But I shudder.
Now there’s no reason for that.
Now argue the sky saints.
And down below, I mourn
and low like an old cow
in a rastro slaughterhouse
in the I-Dont-Know
district of Hellavide’s
Devil Dang –
No, hmf, damn, boy,
boom – hell’s clutters
that meated dante
when he virgilized
his poign –
bom –
om, astra,
svaha, snatva,
Holy Old Howl Who’ll
Ya
Is Okay
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