PREFACE
PREFACEEnsconced thee in thy abode of felicity filling thy face with luxury ever so wealthy ever so greedy feeding on each rapt in pleasure seeking happiness the carrot be not seeing that these be poison be whilest the walls of thy garden of paradise rot andst tottering be built on the misery of the outlander that feeds thy luxury whilst thee acts out thy dreams the OTHER in nightmare be whilst in safety in bliss behind thy walls thee be But thy walls rot and tottering be soon thee willst be thrown into chaos disorder ast thee screams ast thy walls crash disintegrate thy dreams What willst save thee Ahh thy poison the antidote be turned to say some spirituality