The Song Of Heart Comments

The end is near and hence the wrapper is Falling apart.

Forgive my father, the delirious stomach of mine Of nullifying thy grace into anathema of the Most vile kind.

Of living the life of pathological fullness, The wrong, tiresome way of facing The truth with peccant erudition

Only a few days more, the long horizon strengthened, The superficial cadenza

Forgive my father, the delirious stomach of mine Of nullifying thy grace into anathema of the Most vile kind. The end is near and hence the wrapper is Falling apart.