The Temples Perish, But The God Still

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.