Author Note:

Gothic Greek play on thought, Man why man, useless creature

Honors of a man stand  Drip blood red  Ghost talks  Another's Fate     Hercules kills the snake  Father laid rest  Ages dressed  Honor strong  Weak comes  Along     Top of a hill  Kings stands  Come one  Come All  Many will     The republic  Still is  Martha  Hear my  Call     The bell  It rang  Threw out  The land  For one  Or was it two  No it was three     My Good friend  Abraham     Six white horses come take him home  A favor to God hoof shod with the souls of man  Neither color nor creed will kill this seed  Slave never we live free of will  Closes your eyes son and pray  You asked for this day  Now equal to the greed  In the wind bends the reed     Adams Seed  Eve bows low