Music Lives Within Thy Lips

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.