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GOOD IS EVIL; EVIL IS GOOD



Good is good
Bad is bad
Good is bad
Bad is good
Evil is as sweet as the good it does
Good is as bitter as the evil it does
Good is as good as the good it does
Evil is as evil as the evil does.
Don’t judge me
I won’t judge you

A man dies to live
A man lives to later die
Taste the bitterness of bile
It’s as sweet as fresh honey
In the mouth of pleasers
Take sweetness, touch its skin
It’s wet, yes, take it to mouth and taste it
How does it feel?
As bitter as nothing else?
Love is the hatred of a mind
And hatred is the love that dwells in another’s chest
Don’t judge me
I won’t judge you

A prophet is not known in his abode
But in another man’s castle he is heard
The faeces of man is trouble to man
But joy to the flies and maggots that blesses its giver
Don’t judge me!
What you like is hatred to me,
I won’t judge you,
What I hate is lovely to you.
I won’t judge you.

The swelling of a woman
Is the glamour I seek
Gosh! Skinny woman
Is a stocked paradise of fat.
See that fat skirt
I so dislike fat skirts
But skins marrying bones
That my desire clings
Just don’t judge me
And I won’t judge you.

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