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Laws in the Dungeon of Servants
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Castrate yourself upon arrival.[/font][/font]
Skin a young virgin alive - then put on the skin and dance. [/font]
Stretch forth your hand - take the knife - and slay firstborn sons. Let not one house be without one dead. [/font][/font]
Eat food as you would a loaf of bread; bake it
in the sight of the people, using human excrement
for fuel. [/font]
Rain a shower of lewd brimstone down on any man that shall put on a woman’s garments – for it is a detestable abomination. [/font]
Pour blood on men that lay with other men – surely put them to death with their blood upon their hands. Then see the end of those who indulged in transgressing beyond bounds. [/font]
Any tribe shall all be surely put to slow death if they do not arm for War. Burn dwelling places, goods, herds & flocks – take captives and spoils - plunder, plunder, plunder – man, tribe, house. Save for yourselves every girl that has never slept with a man.[/font]
Let the fool say in his heart: ‘There is no Dungeon of Servants.’ For he is a fool.[/font][/font]
Castrate yourself upon arrival.[/font][/font]
Skin a young virgin alive - then put on the skin and dance. [/font]
Stretch forth your hand - take the knife - and slay firstborn sons. Let not one house be without one dead. [/font][/font]
Eat food as you would a loaf of bread; bake it
in the sight of the people, using human excrement
for fuel. [/font]
Rain a shower of lewd brimstone down on any man that shall put on a woman’s garments – for it is a detestable abomination. [/font]
Pour blood on men that lay with other men – surely put them to death with their blood upon their hands. Then see the end of those who indulged in transgressing beyond bounds. [/font]
Any tribe shall all be surely put to slow death if they do not arm for War. Burn dwelling places, goods, herds & flocks – take captives and spoils - plunder, plunder, plunder – man, tribe, house. Save for yourselves every girl that has never slept with a man.[/font]
Let the fool say in his heart: ‘There is no Dungeon of Servants.’ For he is a fool.[/font][/font]
Published 27th Dec 2009
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28th Dec 2009 10:12am
Skin a young virgin alive - then put on the skin and dance.
One of the best lines I've ever read, no doubt about it. I find myself reading it again and again. It's a wonderfully evocative poem that lets you devour a book in a verse.
One of the best lines I've ever read, no doubt about it. I find myself reading it again and again. It's a wonderfully evocative poem that lets you devour a book in a verse.
