An quote from William Blake... Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her golden breast, Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying “Empire is no more! and now the lion and wolf shall cease.” Chorus Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious lechery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is Holy. from William Blake, 'Sonnet to Liberty' 19-21