For Some Few A View In Perdition

I cannot spend your eternity confessing to your pink crusty sins it labors my breathing of pinks, smelling as sulfur..matched horned heads... evacuated..to grow new tails..she entered the dragon.. Per Curam Affirmed, or even worse the dreaded Anders brief upon which you now crest. I cannot under penalty of perjury say you were great I would be arrested and sentenced to cover your sins....Your just to fired... You know you are guilty spreading the word with out there permission...it came to me being obtained unethically with no morals or scruples than to father the cause of some gristle crab lender into the vat with the other dictators it rests in bleach with the sender. Forever and a day never to smile touching his grin.