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Suspension
Hello, ye people of Macbeth’s blog. I am a servant of the Scottish crown. I hath not a clue why Macbeth did make this blog, nor am I aware of how to run it. Being that Macbeth is currently occupied in another realm, this blog shall be suspended indefinitely, most likely permanently. Farewell.
Those weird sisters did betray me. What a sorry sight am I
Macduff hath come for me, and he be not born of woman! I hath met my match. And yet I shall not yield, for I am no coward to be the laughing stock of Scotland!
How be it that the trees do move toward me?!
And yet, as young Siward did die, those born of women still have me to fear
Moon (May 12, 2018)
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it, baby.
Be this all of us as we march stupidly to our deaths
‘A War Song to Englishmen’ by William Blake
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war, Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb; Th’ Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands, And casts them out upon the darken’d earth! Prepare, prepare!
Prepare your hearts for Death’s cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious victory; Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! Prepare, prepare!
Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks ‘tis mine! Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue? Had I three lives, I’d die in such a cause, And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field. Prepare, prepare!
The arrows of Almighty God are drawn! Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens! Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light, And walk together on the clouds of heaven! Prepare, prepare!
Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven’s cause; Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause: Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky: Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day! Prepare, prepare!
Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice; The Norman William, and the learnèd Clerk, And Lion Heart, and black-brow’d Edward, with His loyal queen, shall rise, and welcome us! Prepare, prepare!
Mine wife hath passed, yet at such an unhandy time. Would it be that she died later, when there was time to mourn. And yet life matches on
Wife of mine, what ails you? @justaninnocentflower
I tire of hearing mine own people deflecting to the English side. Ready the battle axes! The prophecy hath made me invincible
@justaninnocentflower what is thine affliction?
After such a meeting, I am inclined to be at least a portion happier than I did feel before. The weird sisters did reveal to me mine future, and it does seem that I hath success on my brow. But how shalt Banquo continue his line if I am to continue mine?
In any case, as any man that is born of woman shall bow before me,and until trees uproot and walk, I shall survive. Beware ye, those who dare to go against. I know thine identity.
