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Like an ancient Egyptian, I spent the mornings drawing a likeness 
on the inner soles of sandals, and so, throughout my day 
          I symbolically crushed the enemy with every step that I took.
     
   O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Marc Antony  /via Shakespeare

3 comments:

  1. nice...also made famous by a klingon...smiles.

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  2. I was like "wait a minute, that's fantastic...sounds like Shakespeare" (Just take that sandal and give me a whack on the side of the head...does crushing enemies work with a rubber thong? If so, I am armed and dangerous.

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  3. oeps
    too difficult for me
    but your work...♥

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