And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
(William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar", Act III, scene 1)

donderdag 16 augustus 2007

Verdoemenis

No salvation for the damned
No feast for the poor
A long way from heaven in this desert, I deplore
I spend little time smiling due to carrion, I inure
As we march we recite
No salvation for the damned
No feast for the poor

(Michael Embrich)
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