I held blood-stained hands before my face. "Again I have killed!" I cried. "I deserve death! Who can give me what I deserve?"
Ode to a HighlanderM. Stanley Bubien
"Deserve? Or desire?" Conscience said at my side.
"There's no difference!"
"Yes, but immortal you are. You will never find punishment in death."
Transfixed on my red palms, I replied, "Never will I find death. But forever will I find punishment."
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