• Let beat of thine steady heart
    Be sound through ears that consume thoust love.
    Trust not of those with which forbode thy expression
    For what is Life w'th-out thine Love?
    T'is not.
    Thy Life of mine is desired by thoust soul
    And thy soul is grasping for thine Life.
    Let not the demons consume oneself
    Let one's love from another be expressed in truth.
    Through thine hollow eyes
    Seek truth, and not more.
    T'is thy tears full of not lies
    That drop from one's eyes.
    That thoust seek?
    Thy shall obtain thine tears
    And claim as thy possesion.
    Truth t'is now, and forever more
    In thine grasp.