Our Bones Like Stems Into The Sky

I Didn't Have Any Friends At School, Didn't Want Any. I Felt Better Being Alone. I Sat On A Bench And Watched The Others Play And They Looked Foolish To Me.

There Is Enough Treachery, Hatred Violence Absurdity In The Average Human Being To Supply Any Given Army On Any Given Day And The Best At Murder Are Those Who Preach Against It And The Best At Hate Are Those Who Preach Love And The Best At War Finally Are Those Who Preach Peace

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

Let' Em Learn Or Let' Em Die