I long for home, long for the sight of home.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.
The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.
Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.
Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.