By Headless Charles See Heartless

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

The Basis Of Your Religion Is Injustice. The Son Of God The Pure, The Immaculate, The Innocent, Is Sacrificed For The Guilty. This Proves His Heroism, But No More Does Away With Man's Sin Than A School Boy's Volunteering To Be Flogged For Another Would Exculpate A Dunce From Negligence.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.