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BLOOD and earth a sacred place (breakaway) I die to face my maker's face (Have no fear) Leave my corpse at VOLTURES' WILL Damage done I leave behind (a brand new day) Afterlife my state of mind Dream's a dream a time gone by (Don't shed a tear) I long to live the day I DIE Ind. Historical & selective BANASTRE TARLETON penned by Justine

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—— WHEN BRITAIN FIRST, at heaven’s command, arose from out the azure main, this was the charter of the land, and Guardian Angels sang this strain. The nations not so blest as thee must, in their turn, to tyrants fall, while thou shalt flourish great and free: The dread and envy of them all. Still more majestic shalt thou rise, more  DREADFUL  from each foreign stroke, as the loud blast that tears the skies serves but to root thy native oak.

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we’re all killers. we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we’ve all got blood on our hands. something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.

if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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J E F F E R S O N ‘‘

              THERE  WAS  NOWHERE  TO  HIDE    &    the  time  for  stalling ,  if  there  had  ever  been  such  a  time ,  had  long  since  past .  already  had  the  believed - to - be  FORMER  governor  of  virginia  FLED  the  attacks  from  the  british ,  escaping  from  the  capitol  of  richmond  to  the  SAFETY  of  his  monticello    — -    a  SANCTUARY  no  longer  safe .  perhaps  it  was  because  cornwallis  had  gotten  word  of  his  exact whereabouts ,  or  simply  that  virginia’s  legislature  had reconvened  not  in  the  capitol  but  his  native  charlottesville which  would  leave  but  ONE  place  for  him  to  hide ,  but either  way ,  word  had  found  its  way  to  him  that  the  british rode  by  night  bearing  the  intention  of  his    &   his  assemblymen’s  capture .  a  thought  that  would  make  even  the  bravest  of  mens’  hearts  sink  like  LED  into  the  pit  of  their  stomachs .

              while  he  could  not  consider  himself the  bravest  of  men ,  he  all  the  same  had  to  pretend  to  be as  such ,  giving  the  IMAGE  of  composure    &   strength  in  the  face  of  danger ,  even  when  that  was  the furthest  thing  from  which  he  truly  felt .  this  was  a  time  to  act with  both  swiftness    &    caution ,    &    KNOWING  his  time  served  as  governor  as  expired ,  this  swift  caution  is  used  entirely  on  his  family ,    &    not  at  all  on  himself    (  virginia ,  in  his  view ,  was  no  longer  under  his  care ,    &    that  in  the  interim  the  state  would  be  well  protected  by  the  commander  of  its  militia   ) .  he  sends  his  wife    &    children  by  carriage  quickly  away  to  a  place  of  safety ,  their  own  poplar  forest ,  while  he  himself  STALLS  at  monticello ,  gathering  together  all  that  he  deemed  necessary ,    &   giving  warning  to  friends    &    neighbors  were  also  in  imminent  danger  before  making  the  flight  to  his  other  plantation  himself .  WAITING  ‘til  the  very  last  moment  to  take  his  leave .

              hearing  that  call  for  surrender  as  if  from  the  dogs  of  doom themselves ,  he  realizes  that  he  might  just  be  too  late .   &    while  it  could  very  well  be  a  fool’s  move  to  DISOBEY ,  to  not  willingly  offering  his  surrender  to  the  woefully  victorious  dragoons    &    their  serpentine  commander ,  he  does  just  that .  with  his  heart  POUNDING  out  of  his  chest   &    labored ,  jagged  breath ,  he  flees  in  haste  on  horseback ,  never  once  looking  anywhere  but  AHEAD  as  the  troops  undoubtedly  CHASE  their  prey .  the  hope ,  tho’  FUTILE ,  was  that  he  might  be  able  to  outrun    &    escape  these  trained  soldiers  to  the  bosom    &    safety  of  his  family .

              if  only  he  were  so  lucky .

              he   was ,   indeed ,  surrounded .

—— How foolish... “ BLOOD BOILS to the sight of the escaping coward. He races like a madman toward the wilderness, toward FREEDOM. But it is his ' courage ' that might cost him the civility of a detention a governor might have been blessed with. Now, he is just a rebel. —— Get him ! “ Like thunder, hooves hit the ground in a grand galop, soldiers lining up on steads with foaming mouth - THE WHILD HUNT is on its way, or so it seems. He joins the merciless crowd, eyes shining to the light of determination : this one shall not run away. But he can only count on their speed to achieve their goals, for no harm shall be done to this man - or at least, nothing too visible. And so, he grit his teeth, thinking of how a bullet could have so simply resolved this problem. Through misty fields they follow, hardly impressed by this wind whiping their faces, or this distance separating them from the fleeting horseman. No, too many time have they rode on paths way more tortuous, labyrinths gripping onto their uniform as if the forest had its own will. There is NO FEAR, only the electrifying thrill of playin the predator. HE KNOWS THAT HE WILL GET HIM. With a swift hand gestures, he cuts in two this swarn of vultures, soldiers circling around the governor, hidden by nature's coat itself ( trees and bushes ), moving like stoboscopic images. He's caged in the menacing shadow of the british, with no choice but to surrender and stop this MADNESS. A GUNSHOT breaks nature'song, a bullet lodging itself in the ground, not far from the rebel's steads. A warning it is, a threat tu cut sharp his will and hopes. —— Mister Jefferson, let us not be forced to use unnecessary violence against you. “

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i  am  as  happy  no  where  else    &    in  no  other  society ,     &    all  my  wishes  end ,  where  I  hope  my  days  will  end ,   at  monticello .

independent  /  highly  selective  /  historical  thomas  jefferson as  told  by  :  dani

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Banastre Tarleton also obviously possessed bravery, a characteristic which always inspires military subordinates. He constantly exhibited this quality. Aside from examples already cited, Tarleton demonstrated it at Blackstocks Hill, South Carolina on November 20, 1780, when he rescued a wounded officer under heavy fire. At Guilford Courthouse, North Carolina on March 15,1781, the young Legion commander rode into battle already wounded.

Brutal Virtue: The Myth and Reality of Banastre Tarleton, pg. 44.  (via bansshenanigans)

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"We are not history yet."

Sentence Starters | A C C E P T I N G

—— But, your Highness, we already are ! “ PRIDE glimmer in his eyes, like golden sparks, a raging fire that burns within him. —— There is no Ocean you do not rule, no country that does not fear your armies : your power is endless, almost, and you glory still very much alive. “ A smile betrays his passion, a RESPECT unhidden to the eyes of the world. After all, there is no greater joy than watching your nation prosper in the light of its victories. —— Is it fear that clouds your mind and cause such disquietudes to seem real ? “

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"I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all."

Sentence Starters | A C C E P T I N G

—— Though I salute your humbleness, I have to say that I find no joy in this philosophical concept. Men and women sure holds as certainity some knowledges and ideals they cherish. “ He scoffs, the glass of brandy in his hand catching the light of a thousand of candles. He was never truly fond of this nation, nor of its thinkers. Was it out of spite ? FOR SURE. —— As for example, dear madame, how can you pretend that you chose to turn away from the pride of certitude when you fight so ardently for some causes of yours ? Surely you must believe you are right ? “

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“Have I done something wrong?”

Sentence Starters | A C C E P T I N G

BITTERNESS ROLLS ON HIS TONGUE, like waves, it makes him tastes the putrefaction of one’s pride. His empire crumbles under the weight of his shame, and thought blood never truly stained his hands, he now bears the guilt of injustified death. The rules of war are bent, broken under his feet while they all chant ’ CULPRIT, MURDERER ’. Never did he gave such orders, nor would he have done so if it wasn’t for his incapacity to react. Laying under the weight of a dead horse, he saw the massacre as he awoke again, the cries of a thousand souls ringing to his hears. —— It was your duty to put an end to this massacre, Captain. But it seems that you did nothing, truly. How are we to explain this to our superior ? Maybe I should leave you this task. “

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when ur muse thinks it’s a good idea to try and talk back to someone like thREE TIMES HIS SIZE

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—— WHEN BRITAIN FIRST, at heaven’s command, arose from out the azure main, this was the charter of the land, and Guardian Angels sang this strain. The nations not so blest as thee must, in their turn, to tyrants fall, while thou shalt flourish great and free: The dread and envy of them all. Still more majestic shalt thou rise, more  DREADFUL  from each foreign stroke, as the loud blast that tears the skies serves but to root thy native oak.

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Also anyone making a William Washington will be given my firstborn ( and of course a theme and some icons ). So yeah, just sayin'...

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THE COLD BITES HIS BONES, feasting on his sore body. He's at the mercy of wind and cruelty, constelation of blood written on his arms, his sides and anywhere where torture can expand its Empire. He's never been so mocked by destiny itself, doomed to die in this place, away from the GLORY of battlefield. And he cannot take it, this smile his executionner gives him everyday while slowly killing him : it is too much to endure without returning the favor. But he swore to himself, he shall keep his tongue still and silence his heart - never will he submit to a rebel, never will he betray his brothers in arm; forever shall he stay calm and composed, for he will never give to this man the pleasure of a reaction. AND YET ... His touch is poisonous, a venom infecting his wounds and making him sick. He visibly flinchs, pain choking in his throat as he tries to hide his fears and suffering. Disgust twists his core, making him shake with ANGER. How he'd love to strangle him ! Brought near to him, his hands tied, he contemplates this freedom he could have earned by the price of murder ( if only his hands were not tied above his head ... ). This is what sets fire to his mind, a blaze turning into ash his every resolutions : he can't help but snarl and spit on this man he despises. —— Have you no shame ?! “ His voice raised like a scream, it is pure wrath poured from his lips —— You bloody bastard, you have lost your mind ! To hell with your sins, I shall not silence myself this time. Leave me at once or I'll scream. i'll scream for your troops of cowards to come, I swear to god, even your General will hear my voice. And what will you do when they'll discover that it's an officer you kept here ? You'll be hanged ! You'll be hanged and I'll laugh while you will swing with the wind. Now, get your dirty bender hands off me, or next time I'll bite your neck off. Bugger off ! “                                          FROM HERE | @tallmadge-721

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Just sayin' but, I'm still willing to give my soul to anyone who'd write Mary Robinson.