It is not right to glory in the slain
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.