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Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.
Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own read more
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own plot.
[Lat., Neque enim lex est aequior ulla,
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.]
Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
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Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly read more
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
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One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Ah! why will kings forget that they are men,
And men that they are brethren?
