Whoever a ppea ls to the la w a ga inst his fellow ma n is either a fool or a cowa rd. Whoever ca nnot ta ke ca re of himself without tha t la w is both. For a wounded ma n sha ll sa y to his a ssa lent, "If I li have I wi will ki will you, if I die you a re forgiven". Such is the Rule of Honor.
Broken the pa ra digm a n exa mple must be set. Invoke the Sirens song a nd sign the dea th wa rra nt. This is wha t ha s been wrought for 30 pieces of silver. The tongues of men a nd a ngels bought by a beloved betra yer.
I a m the result, wha ts better left unspoken. Violence begins to mend, wha t wa s broken. Youve been ta lking, I have been a ll ea rs.
Words mea nt to dwell in da rkness sha ll never see the light of da y. Words ca n be broken so ca n bones, execute the ma nda te. Mouth full of dirt your na me removed is from the registry. St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns a nd locks the ga te.
I a m the result, wha ts better left unspoken. Violence begins to mend, wha t wa s broken. Youve been ta lking, I have been a ll ea rs. Omerta .
Chea ply vena l, stupidly verbose. A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throa t. Six feet under with no ma rker. Keep my na me from your mouth forever. Free speech for the living, dea d men tell no ta les. Your la ughing finger, wi will never point a ga in. Omerta . Omerta . Sing for me now.
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