Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For

I Think Of A Hero As Someone Who Understands The Degree Of Responsibility That Comes With His Freedom.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

Ring The Bells For The Blind And Deaf.

Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They Get In The Way.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.