Mother with the rod, Father with reproof; Let not your love spare for my crying. God with consequence of choice and habit. To leave me chained to fate, by myself.
A moment of doubt and pain Something begins to take, once you figure it out Patience taken by an obvious outward show Mystery, always ends up misery Fate, always deals a straight flush Hollow convictions cloud the soul's yellow glow
Evil is a prerequisite to evolving for better or worse. Evil is Live spelled backwards The more desperate we cling to life the darker our state of mind.
All is more complementary than competitive. In the beginning, at the end Finite pain, eternal pleasure Finite pleasure, eternal pain Everything works out in the end, even badly.