I found him trudging through the mire! (He had destroyed Desire's tires!)
The lies he told were dire! So now, let's build him a funeral pyre!
Watch the flames flare higher and higher, as his skin and flesh grow drier!
[Sleep now, in the fire!]
Alternatively... we could strangle him with a wire, call him names, see if he's a crier;
Then... throw him in a fryer and tear him apart with rusty pliers!
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