In silence, the voice of deads, too low for the ignorant ears. Time, a deceiver, see! you hardly hear me. Hatred is the tree in "Desert Serenity" , love shall never to be Sleeping with eternal sanity, you shall never see any of thee Drawth near in the gloom the twilight of wisdom in your own lies There'll be no sun shine reflecting your grave, please give me no hope The door is far away you cannot create a way Thoroughly, breaks a storm of doom You all listen to me, give up this slavish beauty You all listen to me, give up what the holy gives thee Give up what the holy one gives thee Fly in the vital existence of dream, to the east and to the west d**h to the weakling, wealth to the strong Pa**ion, Imagination and Addiction Countesses of hatred whom I love intensly, you wear the Robe of stoicism "I am of them that liveth forever Arise you sons of hatred and love, visit the Earth" Singing curses in The middle of Indulgence From their eyes run seas of blood Happy are them with ownings and blessings of GODLY lies .....those be rhe thunders of wisdom; slaveselves Lanterns of sorrow stings bitterly "Ineffably mildewed minds And their pleasures dwell in the air"