That Public Men Publish Falsehoods Is Nothing

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

Shiva... Is The Only Hunter That Will Ever Catch The Wild Swan; The Prey She Will Take Last Is The Wild White Swan Of The Beauty Of Things. Then She Will Be Alone, Pure Destruction, Achieved And Supreme, Empty Darkness Under The Death-tent Wings. She Will Build A Nest Of The Swan's Bones And Hatch A New Brood, Hang New Heavens With New Birds, All Be Renewed.

Only The Drum Is Confident, It Thinks The World Has Not Changed

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.