Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

That Is A Long Word: Forever!