"Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm...(Suturn)!
Come, you spirits That tend me on mortal thoughts, unsex me here And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it." (Shakespeare`s Macbeth)
A sickness inside of me And inside of the world And you? You`re above all that Trying to mess all around Because of your stupid pride. And I hate it. I hate it all. I hate everything. All...
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