The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.