When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

God Is Not Averse To Deceit In A Holy Cause.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.