The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls

Forgive What You Do Not Approve & Love Me For This Energetic Exertion Of My Talent

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?