The Bog of Eternal Stench

So long as you dip one finger in the Bog of Eternal Stench and you'll smell forever. That's a life long lesson that ain't nobody can teach you. Only if you remember the dog and his knight who knew it was the only thing he knew, and that nothing smelled more beautiful on those hot, rancid days. We learned it as children, and relearn it now. Can't no one escape from where they came because when you leave the bog, nothing smells as sweet. It's not true and not sad, so don't reminisce, you bastard, just pillage. Shine yr anger down like the molten sword of yr chin on a shiny golden egg. Princes love beauty like kings love gold.