GODS OF WAR DON'T HAVE DOUBTS-MEN ALL BLIND ALL ASLEEP DRUNK WITH HATE AND FATIGUE-DULCE Et DECORUM EST

MEN ALL BLIND ALL ASLEEP DRUNK WITH HATE AND FATIGUE

Dulce Et Decorum Est - AVE

AVE CESARS OF WAR

MORITURI TE SALUTAMUS

THE GOD OF WAR ANIBAL SILVANUS

THE GOD OF BLISS MANELUS HAPINESS LESS

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, 

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, 

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs 

And towards our distant rest began to trudge. 

Men marched ASLEEP. Many had lost their LIVES and boots 

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; ALL BLIND 

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots 

Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.