None But God Can Fill The Perfect

Oh, Could We Lift The Future's Sable Shroud.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Life's But A Means Unto An End, That End, Beginning, Mean, And End To All Things--god.