I dont get it it cant be that greatOriginally Posted by master of the puppets
I dont get it it cant be that greatOriginally Posted by master of the puppets
snow is the divine gift of the gods given to all those worthy of its glory, and its white.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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