I Too Shall Lie In The Dust

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.