A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.