The Truth Is I've Got The Land

You Look As If You Had Lived On Duty And It Hadn't Agreed With You.

If Broken Hearts Could Kill, The Earth Would Be As Dead As The Moon.

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

All Change Is Not Growth, As All Movement Is Not Forward.

Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reverie.