Oh How I Hate People!

It Was Not Certain What Significance The Ceremony Held... But The Formality Was No Less Sacred For It Being Unintelligible

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

The Earth Swirls Down Through The Ominous Moons Of Preconsidered Generations.

Each Day I Live In A Glass Room Unless I Break It With The Thrusting Of My Senses And Pass Through The Splintered Walls To The Great Landscape.

I Am Too Rich Already, For My Eyes Mint Gold, While My Heart Cries.