Humanity greatest power, her biggest rival.
Truth lies beneath false judgement;
the lips the torch to the tunnel; the words of the sweetest lips drops the garments
of gullible and smart men. ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.