I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.