I love you all so deeply that I don't have the words to express the depth of that love. His rite is rain. A madman stands alone. The bogus philosopher cogitates, Planning misdeeds that I Would never do. I hate him.
Evil men stroke their beards As they absent-mindedly plot Out of habit.
His right is left. My ride has left. I stand alone. A hero he is to some. A zero he is to someone else.