For Several Long Moments We Remained Locked

Believe In Angels? Then Believe In Vampires. Believe In Me. There Are Worse Things On Earth.

Maybe A New Religion Will Rise Now. Maybe Without It, Man Will Crumble In Cynicism And Selfishness Because He Really Needs His Gods.

Evil Is Just A Point Of View

And What If I Never Go Of My Own Free Will? Will You Pitch Me From Some Window So That I Must Fly Or Fall? Will You Bolt All Shutters After Me? You Had Better, Because I'll Knock And Knock And Knock Until I Fall Down Dead. I'll Have No Wings That Take Me Away From You.

It Seems An Insult To The Night To Speak Of Purpose And Intent, When This Common Moment Is So Brimming Full Of Blessed Design Tranquility. All Things Follow Their Course.