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The Boondock Saints (1999)


Mackiepenny: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. Amen.

Il Duce: Whosoever shed man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed. For in the image of God made He man.

Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.

Il Duce: When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgment, I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who hate me. Oh, Lord, raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints.

Connor: Now you will receive us.

Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.

Connor: We do not want your tired and sick.

Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim.

Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us.

Murphy: With every breath we shall hunt them down.

Connor: Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies.

Murphy: Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.

Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.

Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain.

Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it.

Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.

[Murphy and Conner join II Duce behind Yakavetta]

Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.

Yakavetta: Vaffanculo – “Fuck You” in Itallian

Connor, Murphy, Il Duce: That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.

Il Duce: In nomine Patri.

Connor: Et Fili.

Murphy: Spiritus Sancti.

[they execute Yakavetta]

There’s a story in my head…

There’s a story unfolding in my head and I can’t put it into words/It’s an agony to see it trapped/If only the lively imagery could come out, the one that is confined to my mental world/Ideas are lost so quickly when not fully formed/In the blink of an eye a moment of truth perchance disappears/ What’s left is often not worth talking about

A sexuality fantasy

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