His Resolve Is Not To

Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien, A Fugitive, And In Need.

Ares Gives His Verdict Without Witnesses.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.