A Thief Loves The Night. I Am

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.

Those Who Practice Love Have Neither Religion Or Status.

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

A Warm, Rainy Day-this Is How It Feels When Friends Get Together. Friend Refreshes Friend Then, As Flowers Do Each Others, In A Spring Rain.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.