You know, the wind is crying in my ears!
How am I to understand that every word
I utter, in fact, all words bespoken, are being
broken into stones to build fortresses for the
evil? Must I be the slander of my own soul
extended in the ones I cherish! It is not
me, but the wickedness of the immoral
and unscrupulous that engenders my grief!
But, I have never been known to cry out
too loud! I will be a beast to combat bestiality!
I will never permit a marriage between heaven and hell;
Hell and the moon; or heaven and the moon. Period!
