Not you again, I thought you died. I thought you were killed on your wedding night. Not you again, hypocrite. You've come to ask me to kill you again, is that it?.
Like a ring gone down the drain. Our love in sunlight, at evening, pain. Like vermin Roman sewers bring. Pain and love, oh yeah, are the same thing. Are the same thing....
The word came first. In the beginning, came the word. Words can hurt. Let me speak the living word. The living word. . Rolling thumbs; enough for the wise.