Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
Every harlot was a virgin once.
The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.