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My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

If Christianity Was Morality, Socrates Would Be The Saviour.

You Smile With Pomp And Rigor, You Talk Of Benevolence And Virtue; I Act With Benevolence And Virtue And Get Murdered Time After Time.

Every Night And Every Morn Some To Misery Are Born. Every Morn And Every Night Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.