Was It For This The Clay Grew

I, Too, Saw God Through Mud

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

Sweet And Fitting It Is To Die For The Fatherland.

Children Are Not Meant To Be Studied, But Enjoyed. Only By Studying To Be Pleased Do We Understand Them.

I Thought Of All That Worked Dark Pits Of War, And Died Digging The Rock Where Death Reputes Peace Lies Indeed.