I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

To Accomplish Nothing And Die Of The Strain

Every Thought Derives From A Thwarted Sensation.

All Great Ideas Should Be Followed By An Exclamation Mark - A Warning Signal Similar To The Skull And Crossbones Drawn On High-voltage Transformers.