The Single Best Augury Is To Fight

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

We All Scribble Poetry.

Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's Worth On The Day When Slavery Comes Upon Him.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.