A Man Should Be What

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.