They worship the wind, anat he can they say that the wind has died? What foolish thing is this?
For who among you can truly say he has forty cows when cometh the time of the festival?
Who among you hath the crops ripe for the festival? The seed of the earth have gone to the john.
The planet hath become a resource, nothing doth be sacred to this now for it has been fornicated, the ones who do it surely must have not lived on it, for they would love it. Perhaps their planet was destroyed and they are mad. So now, I say unto you, lend your ears to the whispers in the wind, for how could the wind have died? Aye, it is a trickery! Aye...
For who among you can truly say he has forty cows when cometh the time of the festival?
Who among you hath the crops ripe for the festival? The seed of the earth have gone to the john.
The planet hath become a resource, nothing doth be sacred to this now for it has been fornicated, the ones who do it surely must have not lived on it, for they would love it. Perhaps their planet was destroyed and they are mad. So now, I say unto you, lend your ears to the whispers in the wind, for how could the wind have died? Aye, it is a trickery! Aye...