Wyrd Bith Ful Araed (fate Is Inexorable).

You Know What Circumcision Is, Private?

‎our Ancestors Took This Land. They Took It And Made It And Held It. We Do Not Give Up What Our Ancestors Gave Us. They Came Across The Sea And They Fought Here, And They Built Here And They're Buried Here. This Is Our Land, Mixed With Our Blood, Strengthened With Our Bone. Ours!

Pride Makes A Man, It Drives Him, It Is The Shield Wall Around His Reputation... Men Die, They Said, But Reputation Does Not Die.

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

You'll Call Me Damned Jew, A Christ Murderer, A Secret Worshipper Of Pigs And A Kidnapper Of Christian Children. How Absurd! Who Would Want To Kidnap Children, Christian Or Otherwise? Vile Things. The Only Mercy Of Children Is That They Grow Up, As My Son Has But Then, Tragically, They Beget More Children. We Do Not Learn Life's Lessons.