Down On Your Knees, And Thank Heaven,

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

The Gods Visit The Sins Of The Fathers Upon The Children.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?

Worse Than A True Evil Is It To Bear The Burden Of Faults That Are Not Truly Yours.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings