Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From The Heart.

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

Lend Less Than You Owe.