Him That Yon Soars On Golden Wing,

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.

This Is Servitude, To Serve Th'unwise, Or Him Who Hath Rebelled Against His Worthier, As Thine Now Serve Thee, Thyself Not Free, But To Thyself Enthralled.

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.

Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And Chaos Judge The Strife.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.