To my dearests: do not let the handsome man take you for a fool. The devil is a rabid dog awaiting to devour.
I once was thrilled with a sweet sound; its rhythm like the unsullied spring apricot and burnt hickory in the autumn. It was invigorating and comfortable, I wanted never to leave.
The most captivating of tunes are most skillfully conducted by the Divine's finest creation himself. Though a honeyed tune, it is but a snare, yet you would never notice unless you tore the very cloak which hides true intention. Rip the the skin off of his fingers, his chest, his ribs, or his rosy cheeks, those exquisite lips and mournful teeth!
I sat with the man on top of a building at an altitude so great, he could apprise my curiosity about the kingdoms of this world by name.
He uttered to me, "All this authority I will give you, and it's glory; for it has been delivered to me and I give it to whomever I wish."
Captain of cherubic hosts, let us dance in this sweet slumber until you lure me into deep consequence.
Ridiculously, I am my own enemy. I follow the stray dog who had promised to guide me. What a fool am I.
