Endow The Living - With The Tears

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

Truth - Is As Old As God-.