Sacred Haven of Debauchery

A good person should be plentiful.

It's pleasant
to send a good person abroad.
In the land of the rising... high,
In the belly of native pharmacies.
A recipe replaces a passport,
And the body is a state despot,
And the skull is a Masonic lodge
Behind the curtains of sleepy eyelids.
It's pleasant for a good person
to have horns placed on him,
Usually, good people
are lucky with a good wife,
But the night, this black fool,
Wants to overpower me,
Placing the bed as a border
Between you and me.
And during the day, seeing a bird in the sky,
Or maybe soap in a basin,
Or maybe the sky in a grave,
Or death in a pharmacy,
I am good to myself,
Having made no discoveries,
That day is also a border,
That there is oil in the well of night.
And death is an entrance or an exit?!
And night is an inhale or an exhale?!
And you can stand on the border
And be beyond the border!
But behind the gates of the courtyards,
One thing should not be lost sight of:
A good person
should be tracked down and killed!

I wanted to earlier, but it lagged =(

Arandor is not a person. He is a crab. He should only be used for crab sticks. And even then, there will be problems.

Kosha, do you want another lecture about crab sticks? :rolleyes: