Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern me, k** thy master.
You will not enslave me.
THe root is bitter but the fruit is sweet, but not exempt from criticism.
Small pox friendship.
You die, I take, you are the new slave.
Don't call me god, because I don't have a disease.
What is cold to you is love to me.
Savior seething, rolling you in, cherub in red said there's nothing to see here.
Hallowed be who art in heaven, I refuse to call that f**er by name.