The God Of War Will See Fair

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

The Internet Wasn't Created For Mockery, It Was Supposed To Help Researchers At Different Universities Share Data Sets. It Was!

We're Goin Bowling. If We Don't Come Back, Avenge Our Deaths.