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and all he reads oppresses him... fills him with indignation at man's murderous ways toward man.
he conceives the strangest project ever imagined... to become a knight-errant
hear me now oh thou bleak and unbearable world, thou art base and debauched as can be.
a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled, now hurls down his gauntlet.
my destiny calls and i go.
the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward.
onward to glory i go!
hear me, heathens and wizards and serpents of sin! all your dastardly doings are past.
for a holy endeavor is now to begin and virtue shall triumph at last!
one pair of arms is like another, Idon't know why or who's to blame.
it's all the same.
you'll prove to me before the night's out, you're all the same.
so do not talk to me of love, i'm not a fool with starry eyes.
just put your money in my hand, and you will get what money buys!
i dare not gaze full upon thy countenance lest i be blinded by beauty.
thou hast always been with me, though we have been always apart.
if i reach out to thee, do not tremble and shrink from the touch of my hand on thy hair.
let my fingers but see thou art warm and alive, and no phantom to fade in the air.
why does he march through that dream that he's in, covered with glory and rusty old tin?
why does he live in a world that can't be?
why does he give when it's natural to take? where does he see all the good he can see, and what does he want of me?
when worn by one of noble heart, it render him invulnerable to all wounds!
with so illustrious a past, too long hast thou been lost to glory.
to each a secret hiding place, where he can find the haunting face to light his secret flame.
I hope to add some measure of grace to the world.
the world's a dung heap and we are maggots that crawl on it!
what's in my heart will get me halfway to hell.
to dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow to run where the brave dare not go; to right the unrightable wrong.
to love, pure and chaste, from afar, to try, when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star!
to fight for the right without question or pause, to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!
and i know, if i'll only be true to this glorious quest, that my heart will lie peaceful and calm when i'm laid to my rest.
and the world will be better for this.
that one man, scorned and covered with scars, still strove, with his last ounce of courage.
hail knight, of the woeful countenance.
oh my brave cavalier, ride onward to glorious strife.
go and fight for the right, and battle all villains that be.
take the clouds from your eyes and see me as i really am!
you have shown me the sky, but what good is the sky to a creature who'll never do better than crawl?
of all the cruel bastards who've badgered and battered me, you are the cruelest of all!
can't you see what your gentle insanities do to me?
so please torture me now with your sweet nothings no more!
i'm confused by shadows. it is possible i knew you once, but i do not remember.
not well? what is sickness to the body of a knight-errant?
what matter wounds? for each time he falls he shall rise again... and woe to the wicked!
you should've seen it. the way it shone, like it could burn the air itself.
so many things blur together now. half the time, I don't know if I'm remembering ... or making shit up.
there's not a piece of it that's still original.
we live in hell, my darlings, and the flames of damnation lick at our skin.
you'll miss the show if you keep trying to burn that man alive with your eyes.
can we have one romantic night without starting an incident?
we haven't called anywhere home in a long time.
we should get out of here. i want to commit a crime.
this is not the crime I thought you had in mind.
I dare say this is the loveliest crime we have ever committed.
everywhere we go, there you are. the same violence. the same cruelty. always hate at the edge of the light.
who am I to make this choice? to say this branch will stay, that one will go.
a beautiful blossom might have come from this unlovely twig.
mercy is not reserved for those who deserve it.
this tree is not for me to tend any longer, if it ever was.
something gnaws at me. like a string that has been plucked.
in any event, I am compelled here, though I'm unsure why.
the strange life we lead must have a purpose.
these strings always pull us to where we must be.
is each pluck of the string another note in a symphony?
the conductor of the symphony just may not be very good at his job.
send this son of a bitch back to hell!
you want to dig a hole for yourself? it's your funeral.
i'll order you both to cut the shit first.
I won't watch as the world turns your honor, your bravery, your compassion into something ugly.
i need to go look at beautiful things for a while. find the magic.
when a man takes an oath, he pledges himself before God to a higher standard than his petty preferences.
a mistake can be forgiven. a repudiation cannot be.
beautiful things don't always carry us good places.
so better our time together run out in sweetness and silence, rather than thunder and blood. like it began.
blood in only begets blood out.
all that's left is thunder ... and blood ... and silence.
they didn't even have the shame to hide what they'd done.
all that's left is the hate and rage that destroyed this place.
how do you make a ghost town? first you take a town ... and fill it with ghosts.
I am lost without you, unable to find my way in a landscape of dying bodies and rivers of flowing blood.
the world makes no sense. up is down. day is night.
today I saw the sun rise in the west, mocking me for having lost my way amidst this death and carnage. without your love as my compass, the path before me is uncertain.
oh, that I could take shelter from this storm in your arms, where the only thunder I hear is the thunder of your heart.
God has passed judgement on you, and I am the instrument of your damnation.
you will be denied entry into heaven, but be welcomed in the pits of hell, and Satan will know that I have sent you.
until that time, I will persevere in this world that mocks us both ... a world where every day without you is a day I die.
my love, I am weary and in need of rest.
the nightmares that haunt my sleep jave taken to dancing before my open eyes.
she's not a man! she's a demon from hell!
I was around when a lot of those stories were made up — and I've sure never seen any gods.
you know I love you, but so help me, if you say another world before I've had coffee I will cut your throat. then I'll do it again.
you couldn't work those.
don't want the squad blowing in thinking we need a rescue
you see all this? jackpot.
do whatever you do to things like that. get the film or whatever. destroy it.
what you think you saw and what you saw, not the same thing.
she was smart. fearless. a fucking pit viper in a fight. never saw anyone quicker than her.
that much time together, you move past love and hate. you've got something else.
they discovered they couldn't die because they couldn't keep the other one dead.
either I'm getting slow, or the world is moving too fast.
everything happens for a reason. if a thousand years hasn't taught me that, I've learned nothing.
everyone thought you were dead, right?
you going to behave or do I have to shoot you again?
he better not be dead. I will be seriously pissed off if he's dead.
when the world was bigger, it was easier to avoid suspicion. then it got a whole lot fucking smaller.
you are a child. and your mocking is thus infantile.
his very thoughts make music of the mundane.
what happens when your employer's frustration inevitably outmatches his greed?
keeping in touch with your family risks exposing all of us.
they will ask you to share it with them. they will curse your name. they will beg, they will implore, and won't believe when you say you cannot help them.
in desperation, they will do things to forever taint your memory of them, and they will still die. and you will never forget what they became before they did.
time takes everything. time always wins. time is a motherfucker.
he made me feel alive again. he made me want to live again.
all you really need to know about me is that I'm very wealthy, and I got that way by being smart — and more importantly — ruthless.
I count my years in millennia. I speak almost every language on the planet and dozens that no one has heard in centuries.
there's hardly a weapon I can't use. I've forgotten more ways to kill a man than entire armies will ever learn.
I've gotten drunk on every continent, I've experienced it all, I have learned from it all.
and despite, or maybe because, of all that, I can lie to myself with the best of them.
any fall long enough that you can think about the fact you're still falling, is by definition, too far.
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