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Whether it is nobler in the mind
to play fair and get hit by the slings of saw-offs, or cry and
scream �unfair� in a sea of troubles. And by opposing then do you
end them? To die, to sleep; no more. Though it be wiser to sleep and
forget the saw-offs whores, we stay and fight for the consummation
Devoutly we wish. Ahh the dream that neither awake or sleep arrives.
For if we are close to beating the Saw-off whore he pauses; there's
the respect That makes calamity of so many servers. |
For who would bear the whips and scorns of these whores,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the law's of the
servers delay? For when finally an admin arrives our state is that
of a bear: To grunt and sweat under a weary life, the dread of these
deaths. And by our emotions an undiscover'd anger looms for what we
know is right. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. And thus
the Admins resolution turns pale over the cast of our anger and
looses the will to take action. |
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