For those who have sinned without shame and less a farthing to their fame, I bear a script to confess on as you suckle the tits of ill-gain, spitting out seeds of omens. Feeling the carnal pain of old men and shadows that swim in my head, perhaps the raptures are calling giving rise to my impending name, while grasping the bedstead. Of the dreams that come to me at night so that you can
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