Ecstasy Is A Glass Full Of Tea

Then Came A Moment Of Renaissance, I Looked Up - You Again Are There, A Fleeting Vision, The Quintessence Of All That`s Beautiful And Rare.

I Want To Understand You, I Study Your Obscure Language.

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.

Write For Pleasure And Publish For Money.

In This, Our Age Of Infamy Man's Choice Is But To Be A Tyrant, Traitor, Prisoner: No Other Choice Has He.