my name is to-wit and i march for god and speak with the dead and dont fret the others.i can smell a pig a mile away and dont care what you say.the other day the pigs came to play and it was way way too soon,the shouldnt shoot their mouth off from afar,or atleast,get out of their car,and when the war starts,and the people march,dont dream of the far away afterlife,they already have a wife.
