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With wounds, he came, a man
bearing marks of war and weapons at his side.
“Let him be, keep him a corpse!”
Not for the first time - duty takes its course.
“If war brings us peace,
it’s here I will settle.
If I’m to rest in my lifetime,
I’ll live here.”

Act One, Scene ii:

Claire: The head that will become a skull is already empty. That is the sight of the mind so crowded to forget us.

Michel: Has she not sent for the prophet; been wisened by the cleric drink'd from the oracle's cup?

Claire: More truly than you know, she has.
It's that corruption;

In God’s name palaces built under him moved their place.
In his wake - the Synod Horrenda - crippled by death.
The accused would meet no defense /
His stained glass shaped halo raped in God’s name -
Mutilated / Stripped / Daylight unlit in his wake -
to face judge, jury, and post-humous executioner.
Tear him from his place in the soul -
the river would take the old corpse...

Встает с колен империя
единая,в господство её верю я
одна задача велена,
в ожидании,скорей финал.
2014 и рэп и дух и разум я вывожу на новый план.

вечный выбор,жить как человек,
подыхать в кризисе,вечном подсчете растрат

Return to find home, unwelcome.
Taken. Betrayal.
Taken to the jails
of his former lord and confined
here in the summers heat.

This I can bear
solitude in this year

The things I do for that miserable little girl,
with a crown of sorrows offer the sore wealth of the world.
A black portrait painted of a naked, violent scene;
hung to high got my poor eyes to see

but that's the perfume;
that's the kiss.
those the petals

destroyed person
the gone human
the sore wealth
of experience
builds a temple of skulls
to the god of war

violent pleasures

Concrete poured / to rings on the earth
Walls rise / the depths of this ocean
Stone carved / the face of God
Decorated as a hero and cursed to death

This colossus / wood crafted / iron forged
My hangman / an audience / thinly veiled

Sonnet 6

Come young weather, part clouds of jealous cold
Heat the earth and make born of it the dew.
to drink in your warmth, like a breath and hold
Make love, th'unending sun, so start it new.
Immortal season, like Hera calls on:
The moon, a stone, a pearl, the sky's own rose.