Ever At Thy Glowing Altar

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.