The God Of War Will See Fair

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

A Woman Is A Lot Like A Refrigerator. Six Feet Tall, 300 Pounds...it Makes Ice.

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.