You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.

Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.