The Heart The Heart The Heart How

You Will Not See That Desire Begets Love, Until It All Flames Into One Concise And Metallic Blaze.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

The Elixir Of Life, The Philosopher's Stone Is Yours If You Surrender Sterile Logic, Trivial Reason.