We Suffer A Lot The

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

This We Prescribe, Though No Physician; Deep Malice Makes Too Deep Incision; Forget, Forgive; Conclude And Be Agreed; Our Doctors Say This Is No Month To Bleed.