Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.