Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to face your crisis? When one life's faced with' crisis. and you see hate replace the holy faith of the righteous. We'll get you out of your crisis as long as you can meet the doctor's prices. We'll spend some time on greed and wealth, and then some on mental-health. Doin' the lotto tickets every Christmas. In five years, when this whole city's rich folks and hipsters, who're gonna miss this raggedy little business? Sometimes this world was so steadfast and stable, that man's word was held obligation, and now it is so false and deceivable, that word and work, as in conclusion. If your body comes from brutes, your soul uncertain or a fable, why not bask amid the senses while the sun of morning shines, for it is you, the finer brute rejoicing in your hounds, and in my stable, youth and health, and birth and wealth, and choice of women and of wines? The only way that I'm able to stay so stable, is if you're the legs to my table. When all, for yours, if you may call the offence, must feel war's blow, who does not spare innocence. And so, to travel hence, with feet of innocence. Their master's dead - and no one now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor & Ezra. Horses, all are dead, they are the sole survivor. For the last known survivor, known as Onstad, stalks their prey in the night, when there is not a single soul to see the sight. It is certain, that they're watching all with the eye of the tiger. All of a sudden they are finding religion, all of a sudden, all of their sins are forgiven. To quote A Midsummer Night's Dream, "Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove?" Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: And you, three-time-crowned queen of night, survey. With your chaste eye, from thy pale skin above, thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. But not to call me back or say goodbye, and further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky. Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, and now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with laughter, I've thrilled you with song and sometimes I've wished I could have cried.
Warm regards,
- Your Beloved.