And The Thorns Shall Bring Forth Black Tears.

And the pain shall usher salvation.

Sans and the School of Yesterday.

A rose in my hand I hold
A life halted like paradox foretold
Where then lie my bones in rest
The truth we learn by reading stones, my guest.

The search in time shall lead me find
To payment of respect tenfold my quest
Maybe one day I shall be blessed
And locate a beautiful mind enshrined.