Know From The Bounteous Heaven All Riches

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'