The Infinite Skrillifiles

The Infinite Skrillifiles

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The Infinite Skrillifiles episodes

  • Hello. I Love You.
    Well, the fireworks were incredible.
    I bet.
    I mean, literally incredible.
    [A giant middle finger blasts upwardly into the sky, like a rocket; Then transforms into an (even more giant) massive penis, exploding into hundreds (if not thousands) of pyrotechnic cocks. ]
    I don't like the word cock.
    Nobody does. That's why it's uncomfortable.
    _
    How was the cake?
    It was moist.
    __
    Hey--
    (stopping motion)
    If you could give me a minute, I haven't had my--
    [opens can. It is empty.]
    Yeah, about that…
    Somebody come get this bitch.
    Not it.
    Not it.
    This is ridiculous.
    I agree. Go deal with it.
    Me, Deal with it?
    That's what's happening.
    Man, this is bullshit.
    It's your fault.
    How is it my fault?
    That's between you and God.
    Dude, just--
    You know what i'm talking about.
    1 hr 4 min
  • SURPRISE, M*TH3RF-CK3R.
    Devil Say, spend your money
    Devil say, get a job
    The Devil is my mom running around in a stocking at 60 something
    Fucking Nasty
    Fucking stop
    Dude, that's it--no more Liquid Stranger.
    What!
    I just can't handle this anymore; I'm too old. I'm done.
    Nooo!
    I'm done!
    What the fuck happened?
    Oh, you missed it?
    Uh...
    I feel like I was...part of something...
    You were...part of it...
    My insides feel like hot, throbbing velcro.
    Oh no. [but really, who has a response to that.]
    No. That is...accurate.
    What?
    I remember that feeling.
    _
    What's up, Muthafuckah!
    Actually, I--never made “Motherfucker”
    What, really?
    Ah, yeah.
    How come?
    ...couldn't stop crying.
    Jesus Christ, what do you have to do to make Motherfucker?
    I don't know, but the shit seems intense.
    Intense. I get it.
    The Motherfuckers, after initiation and training duties have been fulfilled, are allotted a period of 3 weeks specifically for sleeping.
    Wait, they sleep for 3 weeks?
    They can.
    Most of them do.
    They usually do.
    Some...never wake up.
    What! that's terrible.
    Actually, it's the most peaceful way you can ever go, ever.
    Yah, it's Nirvana.
    What?
    __
    Somebody should go get her.
    She's so mad.
    What the fuck! Is she crazy?
    This bitch is crazy.
    Fuck dude, she's so mad right now.
    What is up with this heat, it is melting in here!
    Oh, she--started a fire.
    WHAT?
    I mean, it's out, already. It's...fine, she disappeared in it, actually.
    What?!
    She disappeared? In the fire?
    Yeah, she like...apparated or something, some shit from Harry Potter or whatever, with the--
    WHAT?
    Yeah.
    You seem awful calm about it.
    I haven't slept in 46 hours, I haven't eaten in about 6 weeks--
    6 Weeks, what?
    --Now,
    Back at you (Achoo!)
    Bless You
    Pray for you
    Forget my name for you
    Play through the pain for you
    I paid for you
    No.
    That dirty little--!
    She said, it was “against her code of conduct”
    “Code of Conduct?” What “Code of Conduct?!”
    It is, against my Code of Conduct.
    I didn't run, I ran
    I didn't drive, I drove
    This is the lonely road
    This is the lonely road
    To Malibu Cove
    Patience, said the doctor
    To her patients; they were rodents
    But she knows them all like friends,
    Yes, she treats them all like humans
    The Timekeeper “Keeps Watch” At The Gate.
    Awh what.
    What now?
    Miley Cyrus is promoted to Captain.
    Good Lord.
    What “Lord”; No honorable God would let this happen.
    Oh, but on the contrary; It was God herself who had planned it.
    #TEAM- you know what, never mind. No teams. Every Skrillex for himself.
    I just shook hands with a brand new Dillon Francis fan,
    She was half my age and had half a million followers on instagram
    This business, man--
    I can't stand it,
    And I can't stand this obsession I have
    To be more than average,
    Although to a man, that's all I am
    And I haven't had one since Uncle Sam;
    A man that is,
    Emphasis on Infinite,
    Since time is just this cycle-sick
    Dillon Pic of Dixie D'Amello
    "Oh, Hell No"
    Shes too young for you bro--
    I hope,
    But I don't know if the children of tomorrow
    Should walk a tighrope over a volcano
    Or give us hope;
    Its hopeless!
    Tik tok killed innocence
    Only Fans is just a legitimate kids pornography business
    And my only fan watches pornography endlessly wishing his ex would just answer his inseasant repatative text messages
    Extra:
    Tex-Mex is just the next step in this,
    Insect repellent inhalant expletive of a—
    Just—Forget it
    "I've never listened to Skrillex"
    ...aha.
    I wish,
    But my wishlist is just a guitar centers specific inventory of inventions centered in expensive equipment meant to be owned or rented,
    It all depends on your talent--
    Nah--
    Resentfully the interest is in giving any opportunity to the highest bidder determines the winner;
    And I'm a quitter
    Just bitter kid who bit her lip in the middle of a-
    fuck it.
    I'm just not fit to fit in
    I'll just end it.
    26 min
  • R(e)P0st
    In my feels.
    'All my days are furious, serious
    Everything I get sickens me, I still eat
    I used to cry, then I laughed, now I cry again
    It was so innocent, remember?
    Recently it's endless, and I'm shriveled up
    Recanting my resentments
    Reaching peaks and running where
    The rapids of the oceans once receded,
    Repeating these sequences of success,
    And I'm guessing you read my letters,
    Dexter.'
    23 min
  • finally (not) crying.
    She's good at faking love
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him) monsters, sprites, and doves
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him)
    Lucky fuckin slut
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him)
    All I want is love,
    But what the fuck;
    I guess I'll just never be good enough
    Never be good enough
    This—is fucked up
    Hey, yeah—raise your hand;
    I had your man inside my tent;
    But he's been looking better since,
    Looking better since you met him
    Probably another witch;
    Or just another magic trick;
    Fake tits, fake—
    What the fuck is this;
    Just born this way,
    That's all it is.
    She's good at faking love
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him) monsters, sprites, and doves
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him)
    Lucky fuckin slut
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him)
    All I want is love,
    But what the fuck;
    I guess I'll just never be good enough
    Never be good enough
    THIS IS FUCKED UP
    I'm still in love, no
    I don't wanna, wanna, wanna
    Fall in love— oh!
    She's so much
    Hotter
    Hotter
    Hotter
    I don't want—-no
    I don't want to end my life,
    I already tried, then I find the light
    Inside my idol
    I'm a rag doll.
    Just a fan girl.
    Whats'z your plan, girl?
    Sample : FUXK you, fuck you fuck you fuck you.
    Nothing's wrong with him,
    That's his mission,
    Just put kids in bitches
    I was desperate for a job,
    But riches, never interested me,
    Until I saw the King, The Crown,
    And then the Castle,
    Fasted, acted like I actually had a chance
    Wow, fuck this bitch
    She's good at faking love
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him) monsters, sprites, and doves
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him)
    Lucky fuckin slut
    (She wants the money, wants the money from him)
    All I want is love,
    But what the fuck;
    I guess I'll just never be good enough
    Never be good enough
    For Sonny
    17 min
  • L3G3ND(s)
    Please, God,
    Or Jesus,
    (Whoever reads this)
    Just send me a sign or a reason
    To live instead of leavin,
    signing my death certificate...
    —And interestingly nothing really happens,
    till you make it—
    But I'm still naked up in space and I'm hated like a hatian baby that weighs too much, or needs a waist trainer
    Climbed Mount Rainer and found a brain here the same year he had his first beer;
    Told my cousin I was a seer,
    — she didn't believe me,
    But if I was her now, then, I wouldn't either,
    And don't agree to be seated anywhere near
    —-#|<~\\%&#—-
    At the Grammys, or oscars with out a lot of Vodka, and whatever I got in the box, at the creative office complex.
    —-#|<~\\%&#—-
    —that's what I decided to call him,
    Cause I don't know who in the
    Actual fuck this manactually is,
    (or, just isn't.) -_- ahem.
    I'm probably manic,
    Or having a panic attack—
    Or an acid trip that I just can't come back from.
    Probably half of it's sadness,
    And I just smoked half a gram with,
    half of my grandkids and after,
    made them a soup and a sandwhich.
    (Or salad.)
    Goddamn, man.
    That's—
    Random.
    4 min
  • Easy To Crash
    'Everyone in Hollywood has a screenplay in their back pocket; Everyone in LA has a dream, two-to-three-jobs, and a side hustle--and me? I'm just learning to DJ to self-soothe, having given up hope of ever becoming anything greater than the happiest guest at the rave nearest you.
    It's harder than it looks….(or, maybe it isn't, and i'm just retarded.)
    Building a music collection worthy enough to grace the decks in any of my favorite venues, is an arduous task--maybe this is why all the popular DJs are pretty white boys--the proof is in the privilege.
    Money, money, money...I used to make plenty of it, and was always exhausted--now I make none, and am always exhausted. What's worth what cost?
    Time = Money. In LA, and in the world. But by anyone's definition--and especially mine--LA is the world. Or, at the very least, sets the tone for the world.
    Truly, nothing is free.
    DJing is more expensive than I could have ever imagined--once again, in any direction I turn, there's a ladder to climb. I've not got the time or energy left in my sadly depleting lifesource left to storm gates, crawling over heads and cutting down those in my way.
    While it's certain that ‘Competitive Greatness' is the key atop the Pyramid of Success, there are 14 other bricks below to lay the foundation of that which one might call success, to be garnered as imagined through the eyes of a man, anyway, who lived in the 1930's.
    John L. Wooden may have been right--and may still be right--if I were a standard male (we'll leave race out of it, for now…..for now.)
    Still, i've been using the Pyrimid of Success as a guidepost, in what it is exactly I may have to do, or be, in order to become something.
    Not even something great, just something.
    Perhaps, if I can make it to being something, eventually I might become someone.
    Oh, to be a person would be nice.
    For now, I'll just have to settle on tricking my useless sack of anatomy into being a DJ.
    There's nothing outside of it, anymore.'
    ~Scary Monsters & SupaCree
    26 min
  • @gH0st
    X.X
    A bampheramph travels back and forth planting portals warping, or transporting fabrics of reality, the past, the present and the future assuring certain circumstances happen at exactly planned (but sometimes random) certain and specific instances, at which the motherfuckers using magic and the master making sure that all the bampheramphin happen, as the captain just sits back and laughs demanding pants and handing orders to the other bampheramph, reporting the recordings in the order to the champ the masked banana has to dance and answer to The Bampheramph of Bampheramphs, The last to stand in all the stands, through all the strands of time, and all the galaxies beyond the everything and back and to infinity, or even, recently beyond who yawns and ponders asking “What's a Bapheramph?”, waking shattered from a nap, or from a dream fleeing infinitely
    But whose the bampheramph master?!
    I...am?
    4 min
  • X.X
    X.X
    I wish i was pretty
    Tim admitted that might be the last wish he grants me this century;
    Wanna make history... but now I make dollars for callers,
    I'm all in my misery
    Misery: Listen to me!
    I didn't mean to see something in Sonny nobody should see
    And this shit'll make history;
    Guess i'm blessed,
    Now he's dead to me
    “Bless you” I said,
    As I sneezed when they cut off my-
    ...
    Now I live on a silver platter,
    I splatted: my hat's on the pavement
    Must be something ‘bout Asians,
    Cause every time I say ‘Amen' when I'm praying for
    Sonny, or Kayla Lauren, or whoever this demented demon that's chasing me--
    Satan asks for a payment, and says
    “Hey! Now, a pop quiz in Mandaran,
    Learn to speak Spanish, fast, if you can,
    Cause american ignorance, laziness, complacency and impatience
    Is ending this country.”
    --It's ending this country,
    And the reason why I'm homeless is I decided to run for president and run from him at the same time,
    And then nobody wanted me
    Nobody wanted to see the things I would preach about,
    If they let me out,
    Of these restraints now;
    I'm not havin a cow or nothing,
    I mean i'm lactating, wait;
    Did he throw my 8 week baby at our other baby,
    Just to punch me?
    Broke it off with Sonny a decade later for throwing a Grammy Award at me;
    Literally and Action Figuratively
    Hasn't happened yet,
    But all of the future history I remember is vivid to me
    So he has to be Evil, I think
    To claim that he loves me all these infinite ways and dimensions,
    And then throw a demon instagram basic bitch at me
    Now she's the reason I bleed and can't eat for a week--
    I'm tired of being Jesus, but he's still on his leave, and
    I'd probably be laughing if I wasn't magnetically attracted to half of the Industry's greatest
    I hate myself, I hate Dillon Francis and I hate him,
    But only ‘cause I can't make it to the banquet.
    I burned the sweater he gave me and left the blanket with my ex,
    I was stressed, yes,
    Left my luggage in Boston just to get to Dillon Francis at XS in Vegas and Write this:
    “WHY GOD!?!? WHY DILLON FRANCIS?!”
    Jumpin Jumpin, Destiny's Child
    June 4th, 2021
    XS NIGHTCLUB, LAS VEGAS NEVADA
    See, I told you.
    There they go.
    I guess.
    Alright, where's Rick?
    He's here— I can smell him.
    That's—
    There he is.
    Mmm.
    Stop lookin nervous—
    I don't like this.
    Alright, that's good ^.^
    Okay. Let's find this portal.
    Damn.
    Huh.
    Last time I was here, it was to see—
    Don't say Skrillex—
    —It was to see Skrillex.
    Fuck you dude.
    ——-ahhhhh——!!!!!!
    GET IN THE SHIP.
    —I AIN'T SIGNING SHIT—
    YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!!
    [WAPPING]
    alright, that's it!
    GOD!!!
    That's not my name.
    (It is.)
    —-what?
    Where are you going?
    ...We're going camping.
    All of us?
    ALL OF US.
    Oh, shit!
    Get IN THE SHIP.
    Woah.
    NOW!
    —-
    Ugh.
    Oooof.
    Bad.
    Get up.
    Ummm...who are you?
    Get up, you have to perform.
    Perform for WHAT?
    Come on, dude—
    —okay, first of all—
    Uh huh
    [A SUPERSTAR DJ] experiences the dance floor..
    ...As a fan.
    But (I got nervous) what I meant to say, was
    DILLON FRANCIS is stuck in SUPACREE's body, and vice versa.
    She must perform in his place.
    Stop it, man.
    I have an itch, I'm gonna scratch!
    Not the ink.
    What is it?
    Don't touch it.
    Don't touch it.
    DON'T TOUCH THAT—
    —OR, DO. ‍
    . . .
    ...I don't know.
    What do I do?
    Push the button.
    Which button, Gerald?!
    The PLAY button.
    You're a DICK
    It's ROUND—
    —what, your di—?!
    —NO, the BUTTON.
    WHICH FUCKIN BUTTON.
    Ooh, I got one.
    [the Motherf*ckers are fuck hunting]
    It appears as though they lost all their fucks—
    DILLON FRANCIS has plenty, because
    “Chandelier
    Lol.
    Pop.
    Bang.
    Ooh
    Oh. My God.
    What. Wake up. We're here.
    Im addicted
    It's lit lit
    Getting lifted
    Gifted shapeshifters sit in
    While I disintegrate my disinterest
    What is this?
    You're in it
    Did I mention I made you a sandwich,
    It's still in my kitchen
    Oh shit, the—
    “That's The Tallest Skrillex I've Ever Seen”
    Oh wow, tall.
    Never thought about that
    Thump thumps—
    Where'd they come from?
    This is nuts:
    What is this.
    This is earth.
    No.
    What is your life's, what is your life
    Where is your wife
    And why can't I get this shot right
    Right on time? Right?
    That's the guy, right?
    Might be—
    It might be time- Tame Impala
    I don't know, but I'm down for the night
    Going wild for the
    I
    I
    I forgot my line, like:
    Try to write an album on the dance floor
    All these lines, VI—what's that for?
    I'm free from, call me kudi I'm reborn
    Call me Lynard Skinnard. I'm a freebird
    Oh please—
    You got me weak in the knees
    Bitch please
    What are teeth?
    Take me out to chuckle cheese
    Tell me what your disease is,
    It's easy
    I'm a pleasure,
    I'll teach you
    Now let me get a drink
    Before I speak truth
    OH MY GOD. I love His fandom so much.
    Love the fandom, cause I am one
    Call me Katy imma go dumb
    Call me carnage, with a green thumb
    Drop the Bass up In Your face,
    I call it thump thumps
    What's for lunch
    Let's get drunk
    Don't make me go pop the trunk!!!
    Oh YOU!
    YOU!
    YOU!
    What's wrong with him,
    What'd they do to him.
    What's—wait.
    Look at that face.
    That is not the face of a free man.
    I'm a trash can.
    Yeah, well...that.
    Who's his master?
    I am.
    What!?
    Goddamn!
    I did that.
    What is that? A sandwhich?
    Just have half.
    WHOOOP-WHOOP!
    What! Whoop whoops?! It's MUCH too earty for Whoop Whoops!
    Far too early.
    Where's Chak Chel?
    oh my God!!
    Who's this LADY?!
    I'm in VIP
    Give me a sip
    I'm gonna get lit, eat chips with Chak Chel and then dip
    “What is this sauce?”
    It's ranch, dipshit.
    You're an ass
    NAH, I'm A PIÑATA.
    Bitch, I'm the boss,
    I wanna get lost in my thoughts,
    But I'm lost in the box
    I'm a rockstar, rockstar games. Or maybe
    Okay this:
    He has a man purse. I like him.
    What's going on?!!!!
    He has a man purse, we like him
    He has a man purse, we like him
    He has a man purse, we like him
    He has a man purse—
    GET THAT S#iT
    BAMPHER:
    —You're in.
    I'm in VIP
    OH YOU FUCKIN WANNA BE
    LOOK AT MEEEEEE
    IM MR—
    There's Rick.
    Mx. Meesinks.
    Hi—I'm—
    Get this bitch
    [picture of SUPACREE/SKRILLEX/a whatthefuck]
    Yesssiiirrreeee
    Don't call me sir.
    SIR
    And—
    SERVANT
    Wait, there's more?
    SCRIBE/DARK LORD
    There's always more—
    SIR
    Aaanddd—I would like to be called “sir”
    SERVANT
    Excuse me?
    SIR
    Call me sir.
    Third eye itching,
    Let me stop and take a picture
    Switch it
    Feeling wishy washy,
    Kinda bitchy, kinda bossy—
    Where the party at?
    you lost me.
    Where the fuxk I park my car—
    It couldn't be that far—
    I—
    I—
    I—
    I—
    — I woke up on a farm
    God.
    WW
    U D
    IM ABOUT TO DO WHAT JESUS WOULDNT DO
    (Yes, I would.)
    Whoop whoop!!
    —Nope, still too early.
    OMG look.
    Birds!
    Becky, Becky, Sarah—
    Oh, there's Sarah!
    Wow, Nancy's recovering well, yeah?
    [NANCY, freshly out of her neck brace; attends her first show since “the incident”—after breaking her neck to EXCISION, her friends agree that DILLON FRANCIS will be a safe bet.]
    Damn, people don't give any type of fuxk whatsoever.
    Nope.
    [drinks]
    So what do we do?
    Have a drink.
    I'm a robot, now
    No home, no soul
    I'm a robot now,
    No friends, no phone
    I'm a robot now
    And I'm always all alone
    I should be proud
    but I'm a robot now
    {mixes with A.A., iambic}
    What is reality?
    That's not dancing.
    Let's just—no.
    No, l—no
    What the fuxk.
    What the FUXK!!!
    How did he get here?!
    Look at him.
    No, don't look.
    (Don't look at me.)
    Don't look at him.
    Aww.
    GET UP DILLON, it's time to go!
    What is time??
    WHAT THE FOOOOOO1–
    posaqwwwwwwwwww——
    GADDAAAAAAQAAAMN!!!!
    STAAAAAAHHHHP.
    Goddammit, what are you doing here?!
    Everybody's here.
    Nah.
    Nah.
    [everybody is there.]
    Nah.
    Got this catatonic obsession,
    Shoulda learned my lesson,
    There's a learning curve to everything;
    You finally taught me something
    Floor is so sticky, I can't even sit and meditate
    Can't even find the space to write this
    My mistake, not my guy, I guess?
    My idol, maybe friend?
    I know those eyes inside of mine each time I see them
    So what is freedom?
    So that's it,
    There's no love left
    It's just money and sex
    No new friends
    So that means
    No new beginning—
    And at the very least no new enemies—
    Please
    Gerald!
    Damn, you're hot.
    Okay, knock it off
    I got it.
    I got it.
    I told you this would happen.
    Doesn't it always?
    “Follow the eye”
    Or just DONT
    Time to go.
    I love that song.
    I almost wore that shirt;
    I love that song!
    I am that song.
    What.
    I think I need a day, or forever, maybe
    To get away
    Time flies when you fast;
    I just danced my last dance,
    Thanks, Dillon Francis.
    Now when I meditate and pray I can ask
    GODDAMN, what the fuck was that about
    Now where in the fuck is my hat,yeah
    Grab that piñata,
    Let's look at the map,
    Maybe tonight, imma get in a fight
    These white girls are like
    DANE COOK
    “MINE”
    Pelicans
    MINEMINEMINE
    Hot Vollyball Girls:
    MINE.
    Alright, that's enough.
    No, stay here.
    What the fuck.
    NO, STAY HERE.
    Okay, I—guess.
    NO, STAY HERE.
    Fuxk, the watchers.
    I thought they didn't want me here.
    He doesn't care?!
    Clearly—
    Clearly nothing—! Gather more evidence!
    What in the world do you want from me?
    What in the world do you want from me?
    What in the world do you want from me?
    S Ū P ∆ Я E E.™
    He's a very handsome man, the full package
    She's actually a retired dancer, turned rapper;
    The trash can and last kandi handler,
    Handed a band to a fan, that's reality shattering yeah
    What happens after?
    Back to camp, I guess.
    SWIPER
    Aww, maaaan.
    I just wanna hold hands with a piñata, but I can't;
    I just want the answers to the questions I asked, answered, but nah.
    Have you seen my left arm?
    It's self harm, and it's just harmless, a charm—
    All I did was send magic to that man,
    Laughed under my mask, but haven't had a chance to love again since the last man banned me from having ‘happy';
    So I can't handle this thirst trap,
    I reverse that Mantra from can't to
    Yea I can,
    Now,
    Where is Pan at?
    Ask Hanzel After, actually,
    Scratch that,
    I said I'd never turn my back on him, but
    Here's my butt and my backpack.
    I'll see you at Bass Camp,
    Or a Mansion,
    Or @ a mention,
    And thanks for the graduation,
    I hate my name, and I'm famous, maybe
    But hey,
    I just want someone to know me,
    I'm really lonely,
    I owe money to every agency,
    The governments enslaving me by my name and a paycheck.
    I've written albums, but haven't gotten paid yet;
    I wrote a novel, about a man I'm willing to say I've never met,
    Cause I respected him—
    And the Sadness Never Ends,
    I made a fandom out of friends,
    How it ends is with a pen and paper, I guess
    My hands on the decks, I'm just an ambidextrous sexually ambiguous DJ bitch;
    And Dillon Francis is my favorite producer, cause
    I'm just a loser who refuses to lose it,
    Enough to end the pollution and politicians who use us for getting richer
    I snap a picture, no movement.
    So even though I wanted to, I didn't—
    No pictures, no press releases and no random bitches;
    I just saw him in a vision, and at least ten astral projections,
    Got a circle of protection, a lesson,
    Cause now I'm branded and stressing
    OWSLA kicked me out,
    CAuse I'm a Cow,
    But I can also be an owl
    I'm growling now, I'm on the prowl for anyone to let me out, I'm trapped
    And down, cause he's out of my league,
    And I like him now.
    AHHHGGG (Eggageratedly disgusted sigh)
    (busted) --WHAT?
    YOU WENT TO DILLON FRANCIS LAND--WITHOUT ME.
    Nooo...I didn't.
    YOU DID, and you had a GOOD TIME.
    It's always a good time...
    AGH--
    AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
    [One attacks, the other runs.]
    23 min
  • a+0m.
    [...Adam ate the Apple,
    And Eve was just naive, and in love with him;
    She even made God believe she'd eat it—
    God knew, never believed her
    “It's true”, she kept deceiving
    Now they can't eat anything but meat
    And had to leave the Garden of Eden
    Even though it's he who was evil,
    A friend of Satan the serpent, who served him
    But was concerned with his woman…}
    34 min

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