It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless

I'm Like That Guy Who Single-handedly Built The Rocket And Flew To The Moon. What Was His Name? Apollo Creed?

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

Like Strength Is Felt From Hope, And From Despair.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.