You who creates the ashes and the dusk Behold the flame that struggles as it must Give us of your glory Holy are we Only with your trust....

I went back to the site of my own desecration and I returned, what little, I had found. I saw some unadorned crosses, and violence, and...

I thought you said, you were a loner; I thought you said, you were the one; I thought your friends called you a stoner; I thought you...