I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors,

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.