When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience

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.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.