God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

There Once Was A Miller With A Daughter As Lovely As A Grape. He Told The King That She Could Spin Gold Out Of Common Straw. The King Summoned The Girl And Locked Her In A Room Full Of Straw And Told Her To Spin It Into Gold Or She Would Die Like A Criminal. Poor Grape With No One To Pick. Luscious And Round And Sleek. Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn. (rumpelstiltskin)

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside