I Sing The Progress Of A Deathless

Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The Duties Of Our Calling That We May Sleep In Thy Peace And Wake In Thy Glory.

I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

The Flea, Though He Kill None, He Does All The Harm He Can.