Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

There Shall Never Be One Lost Good! What Was, Shall Live As Before; The Evil Is Null, Is Nought, Is Silence Implying Sound; What Was Good Shall Be Good, With For Evil So Much Good More; On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven, A Perfect Round.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet

Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A Rose.