Desdemona at Columbine (It Is Too Late)

Eric: Get up!
Desdemona: Who’s there? Othello?
Dylan: GET UP!
Eric: Stand up right now or we’ll blow your fucking heads off!
Desdemona: Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?
Dylan: Fine, I’ll start shooting then…
Desdemona: Talk you of killing?
Dylan: Woohoo!
Desdemona: Then heaven
Have mercy on me!
Eric: Do you believe in god?
Desdemona: Ay, my lord.
Dylan: Why?
Desdemona: Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
Eric: God is gay.

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