There are many things I want to say to your crimson face,
starting with the words of a rite I wager we both know well.
The fractured shards of evil in your soul beg me to chase them
into the pigs on the cliffside or back to the heat of hell.
But, alas!
You must keep them all inside.
For there is not enough time to perform our little exorcism.
Instead:
Keep your stupid comments in your pocket
and we'll get along just fine.
For although my love for you knows no bounds
you're just too annoying
for me to deal with right now.
Mmm'kay pumpkin?
starting with the words of a rite I wager we both know well.
The fractured shards of evil in your soul beg me to chase them
into the pigs on the cliffside or back to the heat of hell.
But, alas!
You must keep them all inside.
For there is not enough time to perform our little exorcism.
Instead:
Keep your stupid comments in your pocket
and we'll get along just fine.
For although my love for you knows no bounds
you're just too annoying
for me to deal with right now.
Mmm'kay pumpkin?
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