If my words were not censured I would so
Overthrow my own human dignity
That you would not know me by this plain sight;
Were there not laws in place preventing your
Swift removal I would harness your body
To so many steeds of fire that they,
When prompted, would speed away, spewing your
Parts across the seven seas for fish of
All kinds to devour; nay, I pray that
They leave your corpse behind, for your foul
Deed would give them belly rot strong enough
To breed a generation degenerate
Of any decency. Oh fie! What's use
Is bellowing at him when I know that
All my curses are futile. If one
Of them came to pass I'd be guilty of
Destroying another generations
Hopes and dreams, all for my pleasure. What then?
Am I so desperate to defeat my
enemy, that damned pompous fiend, that I
Will strip myself of dignity, merely
To jump in the mud with him and so clothe
Myself in villainy? Nay, unwholesome
Thoughts away, and never come again! For
This day I shall meet my enemy face
To face so that our differences be seen;
For he shall know me by namesake alone,
That old wrongs may be righted in their name.
Heaven preserve me if I be wrong in
This act, preserve me in purgatory
For an eternity should my offense
Be mortal in nature; be in kind to
My opponent's cause, lest he suffer death.
Divining Consequences (C) by Luke Bennette
I get it. We shall not quarrel. :) Hate to be on your bad side! (seriously,well written.)
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