I am the scourge of God, appointed to chastise you, since no one knows the remedy for your iniquity except me. You are wicked, but I am more wicked than you, so be silent!
—Timur the Lame, Mongol warlord, to nobles slow to pay tribute.
I am the scourge of God, appointed to chastise you, since no one knows the remedy for your iniquity except me. You are wicked, but I am more wicked than you, so be SILENT!
—Pious Augustus, while making human sacrifices in order to build a pillar of human flesh, Eternal Darkness
Julie Sim's face held no expression at all beyond concentration. None. She was completely in the zone. A pure killing machine. At that short range even shooting rifles she had not sited in, she never missed. Not once... To James Nichol watching it was almost like a religious experience. An angel had appeared and declared every man within a hundred yards to be hers by God's will.
To buy human flesh is not so much as named in my country: as for all who deal in slaves we are appointed by God to be their undoing. We hunt the cursed slave-sail upon all seas, as you hunt the hyena.
—Charles Doughty Travels in Arabia Deserta.
I send the locusts on a wind
Such as the world has never seen
On ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry stalk
Until there's nothing left of green
I send my scourge, I send my sword
Thus saith the Lord!
Cop:"I created my own hell."
Driver:"And I'm the demon that came crawling up out of it."