You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years.


The spectacle of fearsome acts.

Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands.

He offends me, I cut out his tongue.

He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike!

Raise it high up, so all in the streets can see.

That’s what preserves the order of things.


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