To do what God expressly hath forbid
Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IX, 356
To wear my hair like this,
To spit in the face of the storm,
And stand before the burning rays
Of the ever-pursuing sun
Is my aim, for I defy the stars
To do what God expressly hath forbid.
We get ever closer to the Fall. I must admit, I look forward to it.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic