>>509120981the saxon's arm was very short, when chopped clean off so violent,
yet his moaning daughter's belly swole, a perfect incubating vessel, though in bed she was not nearly as silent.
He waited in his comfort, like a cow with fattened marbling,
sitting sobbing around just so stoic and strong,
Time to go guzzle another pint swine flesh Saxxy sax, and what ever else makes for dying scum's cope garblings.
"I'll get you I'll get you, oh wait oh no my house it is burning" said the Saxxy, for he didn't understand per capita,
and now his shit union jack burns to rot, he is bested,
just like all those filth wiped out in South Africa.
"You're projecting, y-y-you're projecting!" cried the cattle, like servants fools with servant level opinions,
but in the end all the "Saxon" is, is just obsolete minion, fit not even to life as slave to our dominion.
London will be taken for Islam. You will accept your place. Time is up, "Saxon." Half of your own would shoot you dead if we so much as point to signal they should fire upon you.
Embrace your end.