PREFACE

Ohh ye poor souls thee full of excess there be but no satiety for thee be fill thy face fill thy flesh with everything that be in excess surly that suits thee fill thy flesh on perfumes and all the hues of lust all the tastes all the music of the world films food all in excess but within an hour dolours and ennui no satiety thee finds money really cant buy what will satisfy thee just a frenzy of feeding but nothing fills the hunger in thee
But
what be the way to set thee free perhaps Rumis reed