As said of the new and old, Poets had no written record And Psalms were etched in lines and verses. In between the plate of their heart was, Inscribed commandments, so strict and severe The account were lines for our forehead, because we also had forebears, The account were stanzas for our able body The genealogy was the verses for our root in the depth... And of the old and new, there were no records. All that we had was epitaph inscribed On our sepulcher- meaning, ‘we're the lords of the underworld, if not this present world’.