You are a whore. You. Reading this. You are a whore. You get nothing in return. I hope you realize that. For all your gluttony and shame you receiv absolutely nothing of positive gain. Your life, at least the real one post-mortem, will be filled with violent treatment and absolute agony. So continue to do what you do. Continue to lead an absolutely laughable existence. You will eventually end up in my lair where there are zero laws. Zero people to protect you. That is when you shall feel the absolute wrath of pain.
Thus, it is on this special of Fridays that I bring you an album dedicated to whores like yourself. May the fires of mercy never lap at your toes. May only the fires of pain and anguish curl beneath your skin. May only the harshest of shards peel your nails away from their beds. Let only the vilest of creatures spit the vilest of acids into your face. Taste death and welcome it.