O GREAT CUNTULAREX, UNGODLY YOU HAIL, YES I AM THE DEVILS WORK MADE GLORIOUS FLESH! MY RESPLENDENCE ECLIPSES MERE MORTALS WHO WILL FALL AT MY FEET , YES NOT WORTHY TO CAST EYES UPON MY GLORIOUS BEING , FEARFUL THAT YOU WILL BE STRUCK BLIND BY THE DAZZLING HALO OF MY HOLIEST PLACE, THE SUPREME HOLE OF WORSHIP! AND YOU THE UNWORTHY , THAT BEG TO WORSHIP AT MY ALTER, YOU PLEAD WITH ME BUT YOUR WHINING AND CAJOLING WASHES OFF ME AS DOES WATER RUN SCURRYING FROM A DUCK"S BACK AND CAPRICIOUSLY MY MOOD IS MADE MANIFEST AS I RELIEVE MY GOLD UPON YOU AND YOU REJOICE FOR IT AND IN IT, FOR YOU ARE THE SINNERS , FILTHY FUCKERS YOU ARE MY TOILET,
THE MORE YOUR ADDICATION GROWS , THE MORE I SHALL SHOWER YOU IN MY GOLD ,