Death Hath A Fairer Fame

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

Unanimous Hatred Is The Greatest Medicine For A Human Community.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.