Lyric for the Bard

My book for the poor, starving, naked, heathen, mental relegated to the cruel scarlet letter, insane, blind, maimed, and the widow. A work rejected by the corrupt media for sixty years, for it is written by the divine hand of inspiration: a pure mind. My work is to help humanity maintain its dream. Every dream is an adventure of pure fear. My book in you, readers-in your hands-is your dream. Obscure as silence!