Evil Lives In A Pit. If You

All Things Are Possible, ... Except The Passing Of Regret.

They Dont Understand What Real Treasure Is. They See It In Gold And Copper, And Tin. They See In Herds Of Horses Or Cattle. They Gather Treasures To Themselves, Building Great Storehouses, Which They Guard Ferociously. Then They Die. What Good Is It Then?

All Men Have Talents. Some Build, Some Paint, Some Write, Some Fight. For Me It Is Different.

How Many Hopes And Dreams Are Trapped Within These Bones? How Many Wonders Lie Never To Be Discovered? This Is What War Is. Desolation, Despair And Loss. There Are No Victors.

Death Haunts Everyone And Never Fails.