I've thought it out. Im in the Texas hills and I have a shotgun and a marbarlo red out the side of my mouth. I take a long drag and say Come and get me you zombie, commie minorite, werelover ********* *** ***** **** ***.
I've thought it out. Im in the Texas hills and I have a shotgun and a marbarlo red out the side of my mouth. I take a long drag and say Come and get me you zombie, commie minorite, werelover ********* *** ***** **** ***.
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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