Our Father,Aneurin Bevan,
Exploded is thy game;
Why,Kingdom come,
Before thy will be done.
Gone N.H.S.Gone Heaven.
Give us fair pay,our daily bread;
Don’t leave us on piece rates,
As we confront those who legislate against us.
And feed us not with deprivation,
But deliver us from Weasels.
For thine was the Fair Game,the Hour and the Story
Maybe once but ever again?
Please accept our creepiest symphony.
With sweetest tympani.
Please accept with previous company.
Loss is always a tradein
I’m so sorry that your husband lied.
We live in hope of an insurrection
When will the geeks inherit this laugh?
I’m so sorry to hear about your blister. She should not have gone astray.
When is the humeral to be belled?
He left me his new router
He left his cheapest empathy
I am sad that you are so lonely with your thief.
If she believed in Devon, she kept it riot.
I will always remember that a dog shook hands with my husband in heartlands in Devon
I haven’t had time to make a world so could I buy one?
I found his last bill and pissed lament
I said I wanted to see Jesus I didn’t mean that I wanted to lie
If you die I’ll be very angry and I really screamed that. But it was too fake. You never relieved me.
Do you think that God is working for us when we lie ?
Does God dismember everything?
He said he was working for the still small voice I didn’t really believe that but I am deaf. God should shout not whimper
When you are dead you have blood that will not percolate anymore.
Who is the person who makes our blood flow around our bodies?
How my heart sings 