By Their Own Follies They Perished, The

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.