After his murderous rampage...
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| Oh woe! Oh woe! The blood I have spilt be red and sticky | |
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| My enemies vanquished, I have only myself to hate... why hath thou forsaken me? | |
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And it comes in the form of blinding migraine!
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| And my headache... why dost thou not berid of me of my headache? | |
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