Life And Death Are Balanced As It

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms