I Hear A Drum In My Soul's

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

...one Cannot Lodge In If.

The Life Of This World Is Nothing But The Harmony Of Opposites

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.