Irony

                                            Isn't it ironic.

                            We ignore the ones who adore us,

                               Adore the ones who ignore us,
                                 Love the ones who hurt us,
                               And hurt the ones that love us.

Black Geranium

Nightshade weeping

Pleasure bleeding

Solitary and hope together growing old

Mother of despair

Father of sorrow

Sons and daughters beware of tomorrow

Let it not be human

Converse in the afterlife

Gurgle or bubble

Brave and controversial

Saints and martians have twisted up nations

Parent to child

Generation to generation

Priest of religious order

Pilgrim soldier

Adopter of dullness

Elders fatigue in the house of commons

Rotten ambassadors constituted artificial succession

Authorized counselors

Secret handshakes

Heathen are we planning war

The ancient warrior

Messenger of the gods

Soldier of science

Demigod or superhuman

Violate hideous nature

Earth and gloom

New born child what a future!