“U’S”
His Majesty: “Well, Tirpitz, you’ve sunk a great many?”
Tirpitz: “Yes, sire, here is another ‘U’ coming down.”
Mater Dolorosa
You thought to grasp the world; but you shall keep
Its crown of curses nailed upon your brow.
You that have fouled the purple, broke your vow,
And sowed the wind of death, the whirlwind you shall reap.
Shout to your tribal god to bless the blood