"By the crescent of Astarte, I am not religious—yet—
I would sooner spill the table salt than kill a sailor's pet."
A HYMN OF DISGUST
A HYMN OF DISGUST.
YOU wrote a pretty hymn of Hate,
"By the crescent of Astarte, I am not religious—yet—
I would sooner spill the table salt than kill a sailor's pet."
YOU wrote a pretty hymn of Hate,