Should it be,
That a man is but sinew and bone,
The blood of the ancients,
From a source unknown.
Where be it told,
That any soul,
Is of better or worse,
Of rich or poor?
Know this my friends,
The sabre’s edge,
Finds us all,
And those that believe themselves to be,
Of greater value than the the most common of men,
Will come to recon in the end. – Sinz
