By Alan Moore

and David Lloyd

Suggested
For Mature
Readers
THE ONLY FREEDOM. LEFT TO po / RESERVE FOP MYSELF THE FREEDOM / AM MOT lOYEO, / KNOW THAT. NOT

MY PEOPLE IS THE FREEDOM /PEN y TO OTHERS ? / DO NOT. / S/T HEME IN SOUL OR BODY /HAVE NEVER
TO STARVE. THE FREEDOM VO WITHIN MY SHOE ANO PTH BUT A-
/ known the soft whisper of
ME, THE FREEDOM TO LIVE I/d SERVANT, WHO AM FASTER OF
t, endearment NEVER known
.A WORLD OF CHAOS. M ALL THAT I SEE THE PEACE that L/ES BETWEEN
THE TH/GHS OF WOMAN'.
PLEASE DON'T
THINK IT VVWS MERELY
PHYSICAL. KNOW'
I

TOU'RE HOT THAT SORT

OP (URL NO, LOYED YOU
1

AS A PERSON. AS
 VER y WELL. SO TOU
STAND REVEALED AT
LAST. TOU ARE NO
i_on6£/? My justice
>DU A|?E His JUSTICE
 SOMETIMES I COULD
JUST PUNCH YOU IN
roue stupid smiley
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INSCRIPTION ON THAT
Arch in the bi& hall.
YOU MOW IT IS.
FOR. HAVE
I

SEEN A VISION... A
VISION OF DARK AND
SATANIC EVIL THAT
COMETH FORTH FROM
THE NIGrHT TO ENSNARE
THE WEAN AND THE
SINFUL
w
 *
IHAHA.HA.IV^
I THINKING OF SOME-
THING P> LITTLE LESS
The stMoo>ra/u^£/eK BRING ME MY SOW OF
burning- goud,
BRING ME MY ARROYY6 OF DESIRB,
BRING ME MY SPEAR,
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BRING ME MY CHARIOT
 OH, I'M SURE HIS
SRACE WONT MIND
ME EXPENDING A
BITOF CHRISTIAN
CHARITY ON HIS
guardian ansels.
HERE YOU ARE, GENTS.
SOMETH NS TO WARM
I

THE INNARDS ON A
BLUSTERY NISHT. A

NICE ONE. DENNIS.

SHOULDN'T YOU BE
. TENDINS TO HIS
k GRACE?

BEATS ME WHY YOU PEOPLE NO, WELL, ORDERS,

IT'S rrgk COR, THAT'S SMASHIN'
HAVE TO STAND OUT HERE ENNIT? FROM PRETTY THAT DENNIS. GUZ
AT ALL, THOUGH. LOOKING
AFTER HIS GRACE IS MY JOB
BOY ALMOND, THIS
TERRORIST THING'S PUT V <•- DOWN
OUT
IS,
A treat; DROP
O' THE BISHOP'S ,
NO OFFENCE, MIND YOU. THE WIND UP THE PARTY PRIVATE STOCK, IZZIT ?
A BIT.

THAT'S RIGHT.
HE WON'T MISS IT
THOUGH. NOT TONIGHT.
HIS GRACE IS DINING
UPON FINEST VEAL
THIS EVENING.

OH THE LORD
i
...BUT THE
provides. there RIGHTEOUS CBN
MAY BE NO PEACE GET A PIECE
FOR THE WICKED... WHENEVER THEY
FEEL LIKE IT.

Chapter Seven
^ THAT COMETH
FORTH FROM THS
MIGHT TO ENSNARE
THE WEPIC AND
THS SINFUL...
 HE SHALL CONVERT" >
MY SOUL ANP BRING
ME FORTH IN THE
PATHS OF RIGHTEOUS-
NESS, FOR HIS NAME'S
^ SAKE.
IS ON f\ DIFFERENT
CIRCUIT TO THE
LIGHTS.
 (T'S DARK. HE PUTS
THE RECORD ON IN
THE DARK.

THIS IS
the sit where the
VALET, DENNIS, COMES
IN.LISTEN. THE STEREO
SUDDENLY SHUTS
OFF.