Words Are Grown So False, I Am

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.