Men Of God And Men Of War

For The Poor Any Choice Was A Gift With Two Faces.

My Daddy Always Told Me To Just Do The Best You Knew How And Tell The Truth. He Said There Was Nothin To Set A Man’s Mind At Ease Like Wakin Up In The Morning And Not Havin To Decide Who You Were. And If You Done Somethin Wrong Just Stand Up And Say You Done It And Say You’re Sorry And Get On With It. Don’t Haul Stuff Around With You.

But There Are No Absolutes In Human Misery And Things Can Always Get Worse

War Is The Ultimate Game Because War Is At Last A Forcing Of The Unity Of Existence. War Is God.

When You Die It's The Same As If Everybody Else Did Too.