Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former

God Shall Be All In All.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

Thence To The Famous Orators Repair, Those Ancient, Whose Resistless Eloquence Wielded At Will That Fierce Democratie, Shook The Arsenal, And Fulmin'd Over Greece, To Macedon, And Artaxerxes' Throne.

Fame Is No Plant That Grows On Mortal Soil.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?