Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of

And I Am Still Alive-what Though, My Damnation Is Eternal. A Man Who Deliberately Mutilates Himself Is Truly Damned, Is He Not? I Believe That I Am In Hell, Therefore I Am.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.

Is It In These Bottomless Nights That You Sleep In Exile?

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.