Accept thine father into thine feminine core, where’pon eventual success wouldst have thee fruitful of thine union. Accept, I beseech, mine affections, both carnal and mine most noble loves. For thou art mine altar ’pon which I offer mine sacrifices of adoration. Thou art mine grove wherein I find rest and tranquility. Without you wealth is but tarnished dross. Without you, any feast ’pon mine palate, tastes as delicious as the Terra wherein thine hooves trod. Without you, joy is seized and tortured into that bitterest wine of misery.
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