To what do I owe the displeasure of these uncomforted thoughts seeping in like deadly venom, toxic in its wake and delicious in taste.
Watch my edifice burn would you? I'd set it on a blazing pyre myself and give you the satisfaction of viewing a splendiferous paroxysm of radiant storm, swallowing everything to a flaking cinder.
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