March On. Do Not Tarry.

The Giving And Receiving Of Pleasure Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

Trees Are Poems The Earth Writes Upon The Sky, We Fell Them Down And Turn Them Into Paper, That We May Record Our Emptiness.

Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless; But I Say It So That The Other Half May Reach You.

Yea, Death And Prison We Mete Out To Small Offenders Of The Laws, While Honor, Wealth, And Full Respect On Greater Pirates We Bestow. To Steal A Flower We Call Mean. To Rob A Field Is Chivalry; Who Kills The Body He Must Die, Who Kills The Spirit He Goes Free.