Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.