Misfortune Was My God.

Misfortune Was My God.

I Believe That I Am In Hell, Therefore I Am There.

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?

I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To Steeple; Garlands From Window To Window; Golden Chains From Star To Star, And I Dance.

But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster