CHAPTER 145: The Heart of an Elixeros Mutant

LOVE AND SACRIFICES

By: Bernard O'Dowd

CAN we not consecrate

To a man and God above

This volume of our great

A supernal tide of love?

-There wrong its wealth to waste

On merely me and you,

In selfish touch and taste,

As other lovers do.

This love is not as theirs:

It came from the Divine,

Whose glory still it wears,

And the print of the Whose design.

The world is full of woe,

The time is blurred with dust,

Illusions breed and grow,