There Is No God And We Are

It's The Tide. It's The Dismal Tide. It's Not The One Thing.

When The Shooting Starts Would You Rather Be Armed Or Legal?

There Was Nothin To Set A Man's Mind At Ease Like Wakin Up In The Morning And Not Havin To Decide Who You Were.

All Human Love Is A Faint Type Of God's; An Echoing Note From A Harmonious Whole; A Feeble Spark From An Undying Flame; A Single Drop From An Unfathomed Sea: But God's Is Infinite; It Fills The Earth And Heaven, And The Broad, Trackless Realms Of Space.

What He Could Bear In The Waking World He Could Not By Night And He Sat Awake For Fear The Dream Would Return.