Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.