If you ascribe fake epithet to your foe it is in you.
It is most important that my horse be sated and after him let all pasture decay.
As maidens await in the trysts so for what is loitering?
No glory is erected but upon skulls.
Severe viruses ambush whom who loses immunity.
He's granted piercing sight who sees through thick fog.
Bulbs of Autumn fruits are too sweet or too rotten.
Even grand lake becomes stinky if it lacks new water.
What for use are the rusted metals but to be tossed and replaced?
Be like the needle, it does join darn remove thorns cure and usher to the right way.