All The Human Beings I Met Were

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

Burton Did Not Believe In Miracles . Nothing Happened That Could Not Be Explained By Physical Principles If You Knew All The Facts .

It Was A Shameful Thing That She Had Nothing Of Which To Be Ashamed.

This Story Is About Love, Which Means That It Is Also About Hate.

By Now You Must Have Accepted The Fact That Your Religion , In Fact, None Of The Earthly Religions, Truly Knew What The Afterlife Would Be. All Made Guesses, And Then Established These As Articles Of Faith . Though, In A Sense, Some Were Near The Mark, If You Accept Their Revelations As Symbolic .