Looking At My Life I See That

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

There Is None Dwelling In The House But God. When A Man Is Awakened He Melts And Perishes.

Quit Acting Like A Wolf, And Feel The Shepherd's Love Filling You.

Be An Empty Page, Untouched By Words.

Dancing Is When You Rise Above Both Worlds, Tearing Your Heart To Pieces & Giving Up Your Soul