I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

Terror Made Me Cruel.

Yes, As My Swift Days Near Their Goal, 'tis All That I Implore: In Life And Death A Chainless Soul, With Courage To Endure.

Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move Men's Hearts, Unutterably Vain; Worthless As Withered Weeds, Or Idlest Froth Amid The Boundless Main.

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.