Love, Hate, Pleasure and Pain. The amalgam of strain that equates the human brain.
The freedom of choice, the pleasure of preference. All a-line to the four; it is destined.
Believe me my friends this is what I've been told, we are at the mercy of theses angels of old.
They've sold their tales of valiant knights; of heart broken princesses taken by the blight.
The ancient wizard or warriors of might, and the unstoppable evil that lurks in the night.
The undaunted mistress we call Life, spinning her web, yes we twirl out of sight.
Of course this is right, let's not forget Old Time, his Ancient hand reconciles our tides.
Left alone we stride, unknown to the future. Let Love, Hate and Pain with Pleasure be your tutor.
