But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds

I'm A People Person...who Drinks.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A Bowling Ball Without A Liquid Center.

It's Man's To Fight, But Heaven's To Give Success.

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.