And here I always figured you for more of a Carmina Burana power-chord kinda guy ...
And here I always figured you for more of a Carmina Burana power-chord kinda guy ...
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.
I'm gonna move to Texas.
Then I'm gonna find out where you live.
Then I will drive up to your front door.
Then, if you should answer said door, I'm gonna smash your nose all over your face.
And afterwards, as you lie helpless and bleeding on your front step, I will force you to listen to The Brought Low.
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