People Find A Way In Which They

That Is Not It At All, That Is Not What I Meant, At All.

And Right Action Is Freedom From Past And Future Also.

O Father, Father Gone From Us, Lost To Us, The Church Lies Bereft, Alone, Desecrated, Desolated. And The Heathen Shall Build On The Ruins Their World Without God. I See It. I See It.

Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair-

Good Poets Borrow, Great Poets Steal