That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation

Let Me Go To Hell, That's All I Ask, And Go On Cursing Them There, And Them Look Down And Hear Me, That Might Take Some Of The Shine Off Their Bliss.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

The End Of A Life Is Always Vivifying.

So All Things Limp Together For The Only Possible.

What Is This Love That More Than All The Cursed Deadly Or Any Other Of Its Great Movers So Moves The Soul And Soul What Is This Soul That More Than By Any Of Its Great Movers Is By Love So Moved?