It Is Better To Be A Part

An Old Stomach Reforms More Whiskey Drinkers Than A New Resolve.

Give Up The Dream That Love May Trick The Fates To Live Again Somewhere Beyond The Gleam Of Dying Stars, Or Shatter The Strong Gates Some God Has Builded High; Give Up The Dream.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

My Heart Hath Followed All My Days Something I Cannot Name.

A Little While With Grief And Laughter, And Then The Day Will Close; The Shadows Gather ... What Comes After No Man Knows.