For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard-- All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard. For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Post by cthulhukitty on Apr 13, 2009 0:47:59 GMT -6
Happy Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Later, Kitty :t
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange æons even death may die.
"A government resting on a minority is an aristocracy, not a Republic, and could not be safe with a numerical and physical force against it, without a standing army, an enslaved press, and a disarmed populace." James Madison