And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess

I Believe Children Are The Future...which Is Why They Must Be Stopped Now!

[i]t Is The Wine That Leads Me On, The Wild Wine That Sets The Wisest Man To Sing At The Top Of His Lungs, Laugh Like A Fool – It Drives The Man To Dancing... It Even Tempts Him To Blurt Out Stories Better Never Told.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.