I Mean, When The World Comes For

When You Think About It, Most Of The Good Ideas Came Along To Make Sin A Whole Lot Easier.

I Mean, When The World Comes For Your Children, With The Knives Out, It's Your Job To Stand In The Way.

I Hope If There Is Another World, We Will Not Be Judged Too Harshly For The Things We Did Wrong Here—that We Will At Least Be Forgiven For The Mistakes We Made Out Of Love.

She Breathed Deeply Of The Scent Of Decaying Fiction, Disintegrating History, And Forgotten Verse, And She Observed For The First Time That A Room Full Of Books Smelled Like Dessert: A Sweet Snack Made Of Figs, Vanilla, Glue, And Cleverness.

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.