Shakespeare or Batman?

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Can you name the source, Shakespeare or Batman, who is quoted below?

Updated Feb 7, 2012

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Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
Weep I cannot. But my heart bleeds.
He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms.
I'm a man of thirty—of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again.
They have tied me to a stake—I cannot fly. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
As a man, I'm flesh and blood. I can be ignored, I can be destroyed.
The weight of this sad time we must obey.
You cannot stop me, not with wine or vows or the weight of age. You cannot stop me, but still you try.
You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, set the dogs on me.
I will grind your bones to dust. And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste.
I can live no longer by thinking.
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
I am a feather for each wind that blows.
Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the Devil waiting?
Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
And as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled.
...how many hours bring about the day, how many days will finish up the year, how many years a mortal man may live.
I will break and twist things within you. You can't conceive of the pain I can cause.
We die every day...a thousand times an hour.
We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre. I see, as in a map, the end of all.
I will not become an executioner.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Grief forgives what can never be forgiven.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods—they kill us for their sport.
Smoldering, I burn you—burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful.
...and darkness be the burier of the dead.
Then all you've waited for is a puppet. A soulless little doll.
Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are.

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