My Sun Sets To Rise

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

Imperfection Means Perfection Hid.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.