Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

Nought Is There In Wealth That Serves As Bulwark 'gainst The Subtle Stealth Of Destiny And Doom.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.