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Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?

And Whatcha do? Get up off your feet and stop making Excuses and Making others feel as though they are the most horrid of beings.The very sight of them making a sour taste in your mouth.Hush and Whisper my very name and I will Be Quick to cut your tounge from your very mouth!
Oh Damn'd spot that I shall Try to Rinse and Never shall be able to till dawn pulls me close and even then thou's pierced flesh and soul will continue to live on as a reminder.

Let the Pain that Afflicks me fill you till there is nothing but resin to which I shall Sown own owns mouth shut with!!



Unfaithful ones twist thy fingers toward the sky. Life is sweet, be not shy. On thy feet. So sayeth I!