• "Day after day my kind cry out. This pain is infernal, and everlasting. I can't take it anymore this sorrowful sting. The ache in my body, the sorrow in my soul, let me out so I will hurt no more. Just take these shackles of a daily whip and observe the seen and say 'Holy s**t'. Yea that's right now you see the source of my spite, from morning til dawn good god I hate mowing the lawn."