The Mark 666 & the New World Order Page #4

- Man:
March!

- March!

- St. George! St. George!

St. George,St. George, St. George!

Don't push and shove now. Watch it!

- March!

- St. George, St... St. George.

- March!

- St. George!

I let her love me.

I made her love me.

And what was your disagreement about?

He said today is the 15th of October.

I said the 17th.

I must.

You were fighting

about the day of the year?

Damnation is like this.

Didn't I tell you to dig a new

well farther from the shore?

Why hasn't this been done?

Every man will stop what he's doing right now

and start digging the well! Those of you

that can't carry the dirt in buckets

shall carry it with your own hands!

He that will not work shall not eat!

The labors of honest and industrious men

shall not be consumed to

maintain the idleness of a few!

The country is to them a misery,

a death,

a hell.

Mind yourself, mate.

While they starve, they dig for gold.

There is no talk,

no hope, no work but this.

If there's so much gold, why

don't the naturals have any?

You're chasing a dream.

You see what men

they've sent us...

a headless multitude.

They will not sow corn for their own bellies.

They would rather eat their

fish raw than go a stone's throw

and fetch some wood to dress it.

Bad water.

Sturgeon gone.

- ... the waste cities...

- Mutterings.

they shall live in them.

They shall plant vineyards

- and drink the wine.

- In that day...

- Love good and hate evil!

- I will raise up the tent of David...

and close up the breaches of his tent.

Take away from me the noise of your music

and your songs, so I will not hear

- the melody of thy harp.

- The Lord has given the command,

and He will smash them...

large house into pieces

and the small house into bits!

Somebody should shoot Small there.

He hasn't got a ghost of a chance,

and he'll contaminate us all.

He used Wortham's spoon...

now Wortham's gone,

my friend.

Have we got to wait till all is dead?

Sir, Ackley's dead.

Somebody ate his hands.

Went out in the height of style, anyhow.

Such tranquility,

you'd think he could speak.

I shall miss him.

I think we all shall.

We're 38 now.

To go back up that river.

To love her in the wild.

What holds you here?

What are your intentions towards her?

Towards them?

There's nothing in the

river. The river's empty.

We wanna go back to England. Please, can we?

Please can we go back to England, please?

- Where's Captain Newport?

- Gone for sure. There's nothing to eat.

Captain Newport will be back shortly.

- Does he have food?

- He'd better.

- When will we go back to England?

- We're starving.

When will we go... they're

eating all the dead.

Do you believe in ghosts, Captain?

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