Only God Can Judge Me Now

O lord why is this happening to me? What have I done now? I tried to take revenge for my father but now I have got myself killed. Oh God what a damaged reputation I'm leaving behind me, as no one knows the truth. I hope Horatio stays in this harsh world long enough to tell my story. No man should every take revenge on anything. My life has ended and I am somewhat happy I help the country of Denmark be free from a vicious King. My sweet mother has been killed for no reason and it all my uncle fault. Why would god create a creature like him? But aren’t I just bad as my uncle. He killed my father for power and love of my mother; I killed him for my love for my mother and my father. Aren’t I just as bad as him? Well only god can judge me now.

My Sweet Ophelia

O no no why did you go mad? Why did you leave me all like this? I m so sorry I never wanted you to end up this way. I really did love you I was just acting like I wasn’t because of my plan to kill the king. O Ophelia how could you leave me? Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul. I didn’t mean for all this to happen I just wanted to take revenge on the king I didn’t want to kill your father and make you mad. I hope you have gone to heaven because that where a beautiful, honest girl like you belongs. I will always miss you my beloved Ophelia.

Don't Trust Anyone

I never got chance to take my revenge on my uncle for the murder of my father. I am being too easy and I am acting scared. That not how I am going to be now I’m going to think bloody not care about other things. I will go back to Denmark because if I go to England I know, I will be killed there for my murderous deed. Therefore I will escape from this ship and go back to apologize for the sin I have committed. I will apologize to be beloved Ophelia and her brother Laertes. My two friends are taking me to my death and after I am done with the king I will be back for them.

To be alive or dead

Is it better to be alive or dead? Dying, sleeping that's all dying is a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us that's an achievement to wish for. I wish I could jus kill myself and get all these things that are bothering me off my mind. Everyone is scared of dieing because they don’t know what is going to happen next. That is why many people put the noise and commotion of life behind us. After all, who would put up with all life's dishonours like the mistreatment from higher orders, the pain unrequited love, the inefficiency of the legal system, the rudeness of people, and many more? When you could simply take out your knife and kill yourself. I have a fear of death like many people which makes us all cowards, and our natural boldness becomes weak with too much thinking. I wish I can jus die and not think of anything.

Forgive me Lord

O lord what horror I have murdered the father of my beloved lover. I didn’t mean to kill him; I thought it was my sinister uncle, Claudius. But this entire upshot just got way out of hand. Lord I have no clue that it was the good man Polonius, he was a great man and I would never have wanted to kill him. O lord I have committed one of the worst sins I man can do so therefore I ask the lord to your forgiveness due to the reason that I never knew it will Polonius behind the curtains. I pretty thee to look down upon me, as I ask you your forgiveness. My solemn apologized go the family of Polonius and I swear to never commit a sin again.

So called “Friends”

How can my pre-eminent school friends do this to me? Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were my so called “friends” but they have betrayed me. Those friends I identify them as are playing a game on me just for the king and I don’t have any patents for this. I will let them do whatever they need to do now, but when I ever get a chance to kill them I would. Those guys sold their friendship just to be praised by the king

Lonely and furious

Oh God, God! How worn-out, stale, and pointless life is to me. My loving mother married the bother of her former husband, my father. Such an excellent king, as superior to my uncle as a god is to a beast, and so loving toward my mother. Oh God, do I have to remember that? My slut mother would hang on to him, and the more she was with him the more she wanted to be with him; she loved him honestly and truly. Yet even so, within a month of my father's death. I don't even want to think about it. Women are so weak to the charm of a man. Even an animal would have mourned its mate longer than she did There she was marrying my uncle, my father's brother less than a month after my father's death. That hoe of a mother I call her, just jumped into bed with my uncle. WHAT INCEST IS THIS? That's not good, and no good can come of it either. But my heart must break in silence, since I can't mention my feelings aloud.