For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of

I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live Without Rageahol.

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.