To Hope Till Hope Creates From Its

Where Is Perfection? Where I Cannot Reach.

The Flood Of Time Is Rolling On; We Stand Upon Its Brink, Whilst They Are Gone To Glide In Peace Down Death's Mysterious Stream. Have Ye Done Well?

Persevere Even Though Hell And Destruction Should Yawn Beneath Your Feet.

Of Planets, Struggling Fierce Towards Heaven's Free Wilderness.

If God Has Spoken, Why Is The World Not Convinced.