On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The

My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make It Soft For You.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.