Hand on quillnHand on pencilnHand on pennTell me spiritnTell me whennnSay, say for you to go to that gone race of mannof the past eight centuriesnnMichael Haite- 1654- 1698 Brownstone Street- Flanders EnglandnnJohn Dayton, 1691- 1754- six Fatham RoadnnHilda RollentingnnFather needs you, your hand is made of goldnTiny Caat was a friend of the Prayard Gartes of Fayx.nJon say to go to Radion of the far west wall ofnEastern Goat and GaulnnGarlac Saatan- 1001nGo to the wall of the great GadnDo not be afraidnSay lord of the wind, keeper of the sealnYou must go to the head and the heartnGo to Marleet and Sircee, and Monnart and EzuznnSay you to Jonath, say to sayayaath,nsonny, sonny, sonny, sonny, to, toot say SatannGo away, I play my tooth to you satannSay Soy sent younSay I am the vessel of CharonnnTooth of soy, sayaath Obeah say sayaath said,nsoothen and soote say 777nnI am the God of SolomonnI am your God, you are my vesselnMy dearest darling, It is terrible hell in hellnWatch out for the Grand MasternThey are calling me, I must gonMartha Thomas of Wichatahnmy Monday maan is Johnathan Halennof Window Strolling, and he is far awaynDarling Sandra of Willoughby St. ConnecticutnI have not forgot younI want to be with you againnI don't like being here, it is lonelynI meet all kinds of people, rich and poor, Hell is not goodnTot, tot my darling, I love you, they won't let me restnGod is not dead Bootleg tot, totnMy dear Samuel, I am only away for awhilenTell the people to stop waring,ntell the people to stop shedding bloodnTell people to lovenI am fading