Beg me for mercy
Admit you were toxic
You poisoned me just for
Another dollar in your pocket
Now I am the violence
I am the sickness
Won't accept your silence
Beg me for forgiveness.
— I loved you.
— You don't know the meaning of the word, Charles. You can love for perhaps a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour, I believe you love as well and deeply as any man. But after that hour... you love another, and another. Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful.
L'Amour, l'Amour puissant, la Volupté féconde,
Voilà le dieu qui crée incessamment le monde,
Le père de la vie et des destins futurs!
C'est par l'Amour fatal, par ses luttes cruelles,
Que l'univers s'anime en des formes plus belles,
S'achève et se connaît en des esprits plus purs.
Et je croirais parfois, ô terrible Beauté,
Voir en toi l’Amazone à l’unique mamelle
Dont le coeur ne bat plus que pour la cruauté
Si je ne sentais pas, ô fraîche nouveauté!
Pointer sur ce sein où la fleur au fruit se mêle
Les boutons rougissants d’une rose jumelle.
I was raised by a strict man who taught me how to make the best of a bad situation.
Is there any discoverable advance toward moderation between the massacre of the Albigenses and these massacres of Russian Jews? There is one difference. In elaborate cruelty and brutality the modern massacre exceeds the ancient one. Is any advance discoverable between Bartholomew’s Day and these Jewish massacres? Yes. The same difference again appears: the modern Russian Christian and his Czar have advanced to an extravagance of bloody and bestial atrocity undreamed of by their crude brethren of three hundred and thirty-five years ago.