“The Walls of The Penitentiary of The Mind… are Going to Come-a-Tumbling-Down… when Gabriel Blows his Horn.”
Those who have chosen the lower depths… will be awarded passage to their new digs. Those who have suffered… under the hard… horned… hand of the agents of darkness… are going to see the light break the darkness up like mist before The Sun. A new age is on the doorstep and no one… and nothing… is going to stop it coming in
