Passion I Hate, And Spirit

Dancing Can Reveal All The Mystery That Music Conceals.

Like Those Great Sphinxes Lounging Through Eternity In Noble Attitudes Upon The Desert Sand, They Gaze Incuriously At Nothing, Calm And Wise.

If Rape Or Arson, Poison Or The Knife Has Wove No Pleasing Patterns In The Stuff Of This Drab Canvas We Accept As Life - It Is Because We Are Not Bold Enough!

The Devil's Hand Directs Our Every Move - / The Things We Loathed Become The Things We Love

I Felt Passing Over Me The Wind Of The Wing Of Madness.