“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Not till her bloody corpse lies riddled with machine gun bullets, a three inch stake driven through her black heart, and her ruined corpse is reduced to a fine white powdery ash in a 1,500º oven, and the ash scattered in at least five different , widely dispersed locations.
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Not till her bloody corpse lies riddled with machine gun bullets, a three inch stake driven through her black heart, and her ruined corpse is reduced to a fine white powdery ash in a 1,500º oven, and the ash scattered in at least five different , widely dispersed locations.
She deserves no less.
:P
On second thought perhaps binding her with stout twine and placing her head under a pile driverwould suffice. What do you think?
I think that destroying her "symbolic" authority would be sufficient. Otherwise, the un-dead will rise again.
Oh, speaking of zombies...
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