7/10 regions on fire in my country….yet they call it a country of #peace
On se gratte la peau, on nettoie les cils. On boit de l’eau infestée de typhii
Ils se grattent la peau, et ils boivent du Lestac, dehors sous des corps la terre saigne.
The end is the beginning. Be prepared.
Truth, trough, through. Health, stealth, felled Truth brought joy the moment you spoke it Troughs are where they went to stoke it Through it they
It was easier before: The cock crowed, Jesus turned, the tears flowed The cock crowed, I turned, and the shower flowed
May never come. The orcs hold up the putrid decay once a man’s foot Sniff it and toss it into the cauldron, and scratch The