I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning,

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

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The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.