He That Is Truly Dedicated To War

Beauty Lives With Kindness.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.