For I Am Yearning To Visit The

The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

For They Imagined As They Wished--that It Was A Wild Shot,/ An Unintended Killing--fools, Not To Comprehend/ They Were Already In The Grip Of Death./ But Glaring Under His Brows Odysseus Answered: 'you Yellow Dogs, You Thought I'd Never Make It/ Home From The Land Of Troy. You Took My House To Plunder,/ Twisted My Maids To Serve Your Beds. You Dared/ Bid For My Wife While I Was Still Alive./ Contempt Was All You Had For The Gods Who Rule Wide Heaven,/ Contempt For What Men Say Of You Hereafter./ Your Last Hour Has Come. You Die In Blood.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

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