
With blood and rage of crimson red,Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,Together with our hellish hate,We’ll burn you all—That is your fate!
Act for the best, hope for the best, and take what comes. … If death ends all, we cannot meet death better
“
| — | Fitz James Stephen 1874 |
“I’m what you made God
Fuck yes I’m so odd
Thinking ‘bout all my old friends
Who weren’t my friends all along”




