If you were there beware. The serpent soul pinchers. Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches. Go on girl go on give us something gruesome. We require your grief the thugs help the thieves. As they're trying to rob the words from her gob and. Take the source of the innocents. If you were there beware. The serpent soul pinchers. Can't you sense she was never meant. To fill column inches. And you've had enough what you're trying to dig up. Isn't there to be dug the thieves help the thugs. As they're trying beat the good grace of a sweetheart. Out to the point she'll comply. Why leave her on her own. If I'd have known then I wouldn't have said it. I wouldn't have said it if I would have known. Why leave her on her own. If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it. I wouldn't have said it if I would have known. There's a circle of witches ambitiously vicious they are. Our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far. I don't know what it is that they want. I don't know what it is that they want. But I haven't got it to give. She hasn't got it to give