Your love is your life;
Your hate is your death;
Love is adrenaline;
Yet a Capulet is a dagger in a dove;
A retched disease that ales my parents;
A wound in a soul of gold;
Juliet you are my life,
Juliet you are my death.
Your love is your life;
Your hate is your death;
Love is adrenaline;
Yet a Capulet is a dagger in a dove;
A retched disease that ales my parents;
A wound in a soul of gold;
Juliet you are my life,
Juliet you are my death.
Uh yeah.
My name is Tybalt,
they call me prince of cats.
I learnt from a book,
not a Mont, but a Cap.
My uncle has my word,
to never start a fight,
but this jerk Romeo,
see I hate him with might.
My cousin Juliet,
A star crossed lover,
Met love struck Romeo,
“Who’s like no other.”
My friend Romeo, you shouldn’t follow after Tybalt. The consequences are too high. Leave it to the Prince and his new law. If you fight, you shall also face the consequences of death. Tybalt is destined to die anyway by law, you don’t need to for fill it now. It shall be done by the Prince.
Romeo; Juliet
Just a feud keeping them apart.
Capulet’s; Montague’s
An ancient war between two families.
Death; Life
A powerful hero falls.
Romeo, o Romeo look what thy enemy has done! Your dear friend Mercutio has died. He has been struck with a dagger. Mercutio was standing up for you, he fought Tybolt because you were a mouse! He even said it was partly your fault. Do you think mercuric would want you to wait for the prince like a mouse or fight like a man?
Hatred. A writhing serpent in his gut, a knife blade twisting between his ribs. Hatred tearing his emotions, coursing trough his veins. Continue reading Hatred
Oi! Rebels! I’m the prince
Listen to my words
Or you’ll turn to mince
So lend me your ears, worthless curds
Obey my laws
And drop your swords!