Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.