I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.