I would find a thousand sisters to stand with me, and we would cry out to you night and day, begging for your return, longing for the Rapture, desperate to please you.
Only one life to offer, I offer it!
“Oh, for a thousand tounges to sing my great redeemers praise.”
I have but one tongue, but with it, I shall offer more love than a thousand could.
The pen is mightier then the sword, I take it like a dagger and plunge it into my own heart thereby to pierce yours, my Father, my brother, my KING, my friend.
“A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.” Romeo & Juliet