He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

God Is Indeed A Jealous God. He Cannot Bear To See, That We Had Rather Not With Him, But With Each Other Play.

A Power Of Butterfly Must Be - The Aptitude To Fly Meadows Of Majesty Concedes And Easy Sweeps Of Sky -

The Possible's Slow Fuse Is Lit By The Imagination.

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

There Is A Pain So Utter, It Swallows Being Up; The Covers The Abyss With A Trance So Memory Can Step Around, Across, Upon It.