I Felt For My Crime A Just

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.