The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt

From A Just Fraud God Turneth Not Away.

Do Not Kick Against The Pricks.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

Even The Old Should Learn.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.