The Sea Was Angry That Day My

I Made Man With Too Many Faults. Yet I Love Him. And If He Wishes, I Have A Home Above For Him.

The Religion Of Christianity Is Mixed Of Sweetness And Cruelty Reject This Sweetness, For She Wears A Smoky Dress Out Of Hell Fires.

My Muse Sits Forlorn She Wishes She Had Not Been Born She Sits In The Cold No Word She Says Is Ever Told.

I Love People, But I Love The Thought And Memory Of Them Just As Much.

Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or Parting; It's Just A One-handled Door.