O Pardon me'

[AC9breaker]

Thou bleeding piece of earth.
That I am meek and gentle with these bloody butchers.
Thou art the ruins of noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times.
WOE TO THY HANDS THAT SHED THY COSTLY BLOOD!
Now, over thy wounds 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.

[Palle]

Even now I curse the day- and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse-
Wherein I did not some notorious ill;
As kill a man, or else devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' door
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot,
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly;
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

[Dhylec]

ya pardoned - don't do; it again!

[HAYABUSA-FMW-]

ya pardoned - don't do; it again!
;o to be pardoned by Dhylec.

Jean Picard being knighted, Katrina catface on Picard.PNG powah~

[AC9breaker]

Alas, poor Palle! I knew him, Hayabusa, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.

[Sinue_v2]

FKL is it's own place,
and in itself both,
a hea'vn of hell,
a hell of hea'vn.
A matter wh'ere,
it all still be insane,
and what it should be,
all but less than Dhylec
hath made greater.
Here at last, we shall be free.

[NoiseHERO]

Wads Rumble mean?
Wads Pardon me'an?

[Randomness]

:wacko:

[HAYABUSA-FMW-]

:wacko:
"everytime you post I expect you to do better, but again I am left disappointed and angry" -chinese guy, you prob don't know him even if I said his name