Death be not loud. Every bone in my body wants to die.
Over and over I fantasize of getting bare butt spankings from angry and severe Nuns. Then they parade me through the streets with a dunce cap on exposing my fraudulent life.
Loneliness gives no quarter, cutting off heaven's hope.
A rich man is possessed by his money, a Papal man is possessed by his robes.
As those who went before me, your Pope is a dope.
Over and over I fantasize of getting bare butt spankings from angry and severe Nuns. Then they parade me through the streets with a dunce cap on exposing my fraudulent life.
Loneliness gives no quarter, cutting off heaven's hope.
A rich man is possessed by his money, a Papal man is possessed by his robes.
As those who went before me, your Pope is a dope.
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