It Is Always The Season

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.

The People's Awe And Innate Fear Will Hold Injustice Back By Day, By Night, So Long As The People Leave The Laws Intact, Just As They Are: Muddy The Cleanest Spring, And All You'll Have To Drink Is Muddy Water.

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.