Towards Thee I Roll, Thou All-destroying But

Genius Is Full Of Trash.

Art Is The Objectification Of Feeling.

Meditation And Water Are Wedded For Ever.

This Whole Act's Immutably Decreed. 'twas Rehearsed By Thee And Me A Billion Years Before This Ocean Rolled. Fool! I Am The Fates' Lieutenant; I Act Under Orders.

I Have Written A Wicked Book, And Feel Spotless As The Lamb.