There Will Be Killing Till The Score

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

And Empty Words Are Evil.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.