The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming

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

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

And Empty Words Are Evil.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!