I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

Lives Like A Drunken Sailor On A Mast, Ready With Every Nod To Tumble Down Into The Fatal Bowels Of The Deep.