A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

All of nature is God's art.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.