The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm,

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien, A Fugitive, And In Need.

The So-called Mother Of The Child Isn't The Child's Begetter, But Only A Sort Of Nursing Soil For The New-sown Seed. The Man, The One On Top, Is The True Parent, While She, A Stranger, Foster's A Stranger's Sprout.

But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.