[size=15][font=Arial Black]Sectumsempra[/font][/size]
[size=10]Foiled by our fellow-men, depressed, outworn
We leave the brutal world to takes its way,
And, Patience, in another life we say,
The world shall be thrust down and we up-born.
And will not, then, the immortal armies, scorn
The world’s poor, routed leavoings? [/size]