My Sentence Is For Open War.

Earth Felt The Wound; And Nature From Her Seat, Sighing Through All Her Works, Gave Signs Of Woe That All Was Lost.

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

Sole Reigning Holds The Tyranny Of Heav'n.