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With Stiff Dagger In Thy Hands

et tu Brute with the stiff dagger and warmblood dripping from the betrayed hands witness the evil spirits of Judas lurking behind the scene burrow underneath the quiet earth for thirty shekels of gold almost speaking in tongues back and forth through the holy windows of time to complete the evil deeds of mankind and through the ghost-spirit sublime we conceive the wicked plot to murder the Emperor King Caesar if we shall go gently into the good night witness the unholy act oh what untimely death we weep transpired through the soul thus we gain access to liberty towards sweet glory and fame from all the People of Rome and to be reflected in the ancient mirror of time yet whose fruit are we to guide our hearts with the ancient code of chivalry now hollow out the world thus to kill any man upon the sweet earth with stiff dagger in thy hands

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