The Road To Harley, David's Son

A child is not a toy. A wife and mother is not some whore! And just
who are you? Must be some fat, old boar!

How am I a criminal? What crime have I committed? Have I been punished
already? What am I repeating? Why do you insult and threaten me? What
have you been smoking, snorting ... eating?

You chose a strange line-up. Are you a judge, a god, an apostle, the
devil incarnate. A fallen angel to cast the first stone, to throw the
broken brick. You throw a rod into the fire and say, "watch your arse,
watch your son!" You know when he was born, and say he will go missing.
You should bow when saying my "David's" name. David's son is far above
yours!