You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

What Matters Is How Quickly You Do What Your Soul Directs.

In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are The Same, You Appear In Me, I In You.

I Was Once Like You, Enlightened And "rational", I Too Scoffed At Lovers, Now I Am Drunk, Crazed, Thin With Misery. No One Is Safe! Watch Out.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.