I Was Good And Bad, But Never

It Is Tragic That Many In America Think Of Us - Christians - As Being People Who Hate Others.

You Think I Live In The Past. You Don't Understand That I Actually Change With Every Era, I Always Have As Best I Can

Your Quest Is For Darkness Only. This Sea Is Not Your Sea. The Myths Of Men Are Not Your Myths. Men's Treasures Are Not Yours.

Dear God, Help Me. Do Not Forget Me On This Tiny Cinder Lost In A Galaxy That Is Lost–a Heart No Bigger Than A Speck Of Dust Beating, Beating Against Death, Against Meaninglessness, Against Guilt, Against Sorrow.

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun