Friggin' Stress

It was, no doubt, beyond sweet reason. And what the flaming hell did you contrive in this, your bloody little world of fucking treason where shitheads and the like are kept alive. You think that pleasant words will make things flow that pre-conceived ideas do rule the roost, it ain't conceivable that anything will grow without the shit for brains whose presence is a boost. So let me state it here again and with the thought that not a single soul would take the slightest chance, and that the soldiers and the followers who fought will be the last ones who will turn up at the dance.