One Man Meets An Infamous Punishment For

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed.

When Your Armour Is On, It Is Too Late To Retreat.

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.