retire thyne illusions grandeur being poison life, simple in a field love lain on a supper table love on the altar by hands holy-made men and god and bread between this is grandeur's illusion slain
retire thyne illusions grandeur being poison life, simple in a field love lain on a supper table love on the altar by hands holy-made men and god and bread between this is grandeur's illusion slain
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal