It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

Vinnie Rocks Her Garden And Moans That God Won't Help Her. I Suppose He Is Too Busy Getting Angry With The Wicked Every Day.

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.