Topic: Doc be not proud; though some have called thee mighty and dreadful: thou art not so.
+Anonymous A — 13.1 years ago #25,626
For, those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not on TC, poor Doc, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, on MC
And Doc shall be no more; Doc, thou shalt die.
Die not on TC, poor Doc, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, on MC
And Doc shall be no more; Doc, thou shalt die.
+Anonymous B — 13.1 years ago, 1 hour later[T] [B] #303,927
+Anonymous C — 13.1 years ago, 1 day later, 1 day after the original post[T] [B] #304,186
@OPDidn't read any of that waffle.
C̮̯i̹̜̦̠̗a̞̖̪o̗̳,̠̹ͅ ̖̦͖͉̣T͔̰h̤̦̹̜͉ͅe͔̰͙̺ ͖̙̯D͎͓̼̹̖͎o͍c̰̹̺̲̳t̼̮o̹̙̗̭̬r̜͈̰͖͎̲.̳̹͈̹̩̱̘̝
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