When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn