Truth Is So Rare That It Is

Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat.

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

The Supernatural Is Only The Natural Disclosed.

Heavenly Father - Take To Thee The Supreme Iniquity Fashioned By Thy Candid Hand In A Moment Contraband - Though To Trust Us Seem To Us More Respectful - We Are Dust - We Apologize To Thee For Thine Own Duplicity.

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!