A People's Wrath Voiced Abroad Bringeth Grave

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too Hastens With Him.

No One Can Count The Terrors That The Earth Spawns, Catastrophic, Gruesome, And The Vast Arms Of The Sea Swarm With Brute Monsters Bent On Harm, And Everywhere Between The Sky And Ground Lights Bloom By Day In Flares And Sudden Bolts; And Birds And Beasts Alike Can Tell Of The Whirlwind's Whirling Wrath.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.